Si tu te vas

Dicen que vengo de lejos,
cantando Pasa la vida.
Desde la Isla a Triana,
desde Triana a Sevilla.

Eucalipto de Chapina,
callejones de Triana,
plaza, la de Doña Elvira,
plazuela, la de Santa Ana.

Si tú te vas,
si tú te vas,
yo me quedo en Sevilla
hasta el final.

Si tú te vas,
si tú te vas,
yo me quedo en Sevilla
hasta el final.

Apuesto por Sevilla por el mundo,
no me cambio de barrio por un beso,
canto para saber que estoy cantando,
vivo para saber que estoy viviendo.

Vente p'acá y déjate de frío,
vente p'acá y déjate de frío,
hay ramas por todos los rincones,
me casaré, te casarás conmigo.
Ay Sevilla,
Sevilla de vacaciones.

Si tú te vas,
si tú te vas,
yo me quedo en Sevilla
hasta el final.

(R. Amador)

Pubic Hair

When you go to the only bathroom in the house, only to be greeted on a regular basis by someone else's pubic hairs and an overwhelming smell of methane, you know you live with a grunting slob named Oscar.

Oranges

I didn't really even want the orange that much, as I was already full. But I ate it anyway--because Sevillian oranges are great--until I realized that there were maggots helping me. !Que ASCO!

Montar Caballos

Despues de almorzar, tres de nosotras vamos a viajar al campo, la periféria de Sevilla para montar caballos. Deber ser guapísma si todo vaya bien. I hope we don't end up trotting around some dingy, dusty corral. 'Hoping for rivers, creeks, galloping, etc...Vamos a ver.

Otra cosa: el hijo de mi señora, Oscar, es de super-mal humor. I asked my señora where I could catch the bus into the country, she wasn't sure, so she asked Oscar. He snapped at her, as he invariably does, for unknown reasons (though I have a hunch this may have something to do with his being an antisocial douchebag. This may also have something to do with his being named "Oscar.") And now they're exchanging loud, hot words, which I'm sure my esteemed readers can see (notes: that direct adress to the reader I did right there--straight from the preface of/introduction to Don Quixote. Call me Cervantes) puts me in a very comfortable situation. Right.

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Now lunch is over and I'm headed out to the bus station and then to the campo to hang out with Mr. Ed(uardo) and Henry the Horse (who dances the waltz). I haven't ridden a horse since I was a little kid (and friends, I'm SO past that stage now), so this should be pretty exciting.

I saw this thing on my friend Sarah's computer today and asked her to send it to me. I hope nobody is feeling the need for this drug, but in the event that you do, here it is. Not recommended for parents of young children:

A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

--E.A. Poe