Mi padre era un gitano en el pueblo.
A la edad de dieciséis años abandonó su hogar.
Cambió su sangre roja para el traje de negocios
Del hombre blanco.
Mi hermana llora su corazón.
No se le permite bailar
El flamenco,
Intenso latido
de Vagabundos.
Mi guitarra está ardiendo en el fuego
Y las hojas de música están mojadas.
© Yelling Rosa
16/6 -17
Mi Padre by © Yelling Rosa 2017
My Father Was a Gypsy
My father was a gypsy in the village.
At the age of sixteen he left his home.
He exchanged his red blood
for the white man’s business suit.
My sister cries her heart out.
She isn’t allowed to dance
the flamenco,
intense beat
Of vagabonds.
My guitar is burning in the fire
And music sheets are wet.
© Yelling Rosa
16/6 –17
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Thank you very much.
I wish you a rewarding weekend 😉
YR
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A truly lovely work of art. Both sides of my family emigrated to the US and because skin pigmentation was light, “passed” as Europeans. I, too, was not allowed to do the “dance…of vagabonds” as you so gracefully write. My Gran, fortunately, taught me much of the culture, but never the language. How sad that many of us (no matter the culture) must bury the beauty of diversity…
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Thank you for your analytic comment. I agree with you and I believe that in the future all over the world we (the people) will be losing even more of our identity because of this globalization.
But this weekend let you ukulele sing ❤
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I agree with you about the yin & yang of globalization. And yes, I’ve already written a “song” for the solstice 😀 ❤ & Peace to you…
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Hi,
Thank you. Can I listen to your song somewhere.
All the best to you
YR
PS You find more of my songs at: http://www.yellingrosa.com/musiikki01.htm
The music player is at the bottom of the page
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Oh, wow! Loved your video! Great voice and music! No, I haven’t made a video of me singing (although I did a few reading my poetry but need to re-do them). My voice is not what it was and even though I’ve played ukulele for 2 years, I’m still not good enough to play in public. But thanks for asking!
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Hi,
Thanks for replying. I am happy that you liked the video. Don’t be worry about your singing voice because the interpretation is the most important thing.
Take care 🙂
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Hermoso. Pero los niños se acuerdan de su papá, raramente de su ‘padre.’ Eso viene con el tiempo. Así mesmo sencillo, ala Garcia Lorca. Y el dibujo es raro. Congrats
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Gracias por comentar. Esto se remonta a mi juventud.
Ahora, el cielo es el nubes cúmulos.
Un buen fin de semana 🙂
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That’s really lovely and an excellent aid for any kids learning Spanish.
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Thank you. I am happy to hear that.
Take care
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Beautiful this poem! Really nice.
A warm greeting
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Hi,
Thank you. I am happy to hear that you find my verse beautiful.
A warm greetings 🙂
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An hugh
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Likewise ❤
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😀
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Lovely poem! Gracias.
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Thank you very much.
All the best to you 🙂
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I am hoping that your sleep quality will improve soon, YR 🙂 I know you want 2 hours before bed to rest away from the computer.. hope all improves for you soon. Lovely poem!
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Thank you for taking part. I think I need a little break from WordPress now.
Take care 🙂
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You pay your dad great homage with this fantastic poem — we should all be proud of our heritage. I loved the illustration of your dad, as well and seems to show all the different facets that made him unique…. like a gem.
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Thank you for sending me this nice comment.
I am happy to hear that you like my post and my illustration.
Take care 😉
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You write beautifully. 🙂
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Thank you for your warm words. ❤
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Hi my friend!
Have a nice sunday
Sherabbraccicari
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Thank you very much and likewise.
Today we had a lot of warm, + 25C, in afternoon.
I just came home from my bicycle trip.
All the best
YR
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All the best to you.
Here in rome in my garden sl 5 pm 33degree !!!
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Thank you 🙂
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Very, very good!
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Thank you for being here and commenting. I am happy to hear that you like my post.
All the best to you 🙂
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Wonderful poetic imagery of remembories of gypsy rhythms lost.
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Thank you very much 🙂
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