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in general, i find the poetry on shakira's first album more, well, poetic, than the poetry on the later ones, which isn't to say i don't still adore her music (mostly the spanish parts).
these are the two i quoted for the new icons i made last night! 'pies descalzos' and 'te espero sentada.'
my own, done rather quickly, possibly too literal or not literal enough in places. the sense should come across regardless.
bare feet, white dreams
you bit into the apple and renounced paradise
and blamed the snake when you were doing exactly what you wanted all along.
for thousands of years you remained nude
and showed yourself to dinosaurs under a leaf with no shame.
and now you're here asking for happiness,
when you didn't care about your own destiny.
you belonged to an ancient race of bare feet and white dreams.
you were dust and dust you are.
maybe you even think that iron doesn't bend to fire.
you made yourself a world of perfect new things,
everything calculated, in its time and place.
i who am complete chaos coming and going,
in name and in deed, don't fit in your world.
and now you're here asking for happiness,
when you didn't care about your own destiny.
you belonged to an ancient race of bare feet and white dreams.
you were dust and dust you are.
maybe you even think that iron doesn't bend to fire.
say hi to the neighbor, get up in one hour,
work every day for a living,
answer like this and only feel these things
and 'god will protect us from bad thoughts'
finish all your work, go to school,
what would your family say if you were a failure?
put on your shoes and don't make noise at the table
and wear fancy socks and a tie to parties
women must marry before thirty
if they don't dress properly
and even so they don't want to
and at your fifteenth birthday party it's better not to forget
a fine champagne, and to dance the waltz well
i wait for you on the corner
i always wait for you sitting on the corner,
more dressed up than for friday night,
with no date made in advance, only the simple intuition of seeing you.
my eyes can't stop looking and looking at
the darkened crystal of my thoughts, seeking caverns inside this cavern,
seeking a light in the midst of this sky.
my sky, my poor sky.
i'm hiding my hands because i'm cold
and they feel strange inside my purse
an hour and a half have passed and you're not here;
my instinct has failed me.
it's only that my instinct doesn't know about loves,
it's that my instinct doesn't know that
living life without you
is something like dying,
is walking without looking,
is singing and not hearing,
is speaking without breath,
is eating and staying hungry,
because i've discovered
you're the perfect one,
and exactly what i need.
pies descalzos, sueños blancos
Tu mordiste la manzana
y renunciaste al paraíso
y condenaste a una serpiente
siendo tu el que así lo quiso
Por milenios y milenios
pernamecistes desnudo
y te enfrentaste a dinosaurios
bajo un techo sin escudo
Y ahora estás aquí
queriendo ser feliz
cuando no te importó un pepino tu destino
Perteneciste a una raza antigua
de pies descalzos y de sueños blancos
fuiste polvo, polvo eres piensa
que el hierro siempre al calor es blando.
Construiste un mundo exacto
de acabados tan perfectos
cada cosas calculada en su espacio y en su tiempo
yo que soy un caos completo
las entradas las salidas
los nombres y las medidas no me caben en los cesos.
Y ahora estás aquí
queriendo ser feliz
cuando no te importó un pepino tu destino
Perteneciste a una raza antigua
de pies descalzos y de sueños blancos
fuiste polvo, polvo eres piensa
que el hierro siempre al calor es blando.
Perteneciste a una raza antigua
de pies descalzos y de sueños blancos
fuiste polvo, polvo eres piensa
que el hierro siempre al calor es blando.
Saludar al vecino, acostarse a una hora
trabajar cada día para vivir en la vida
y contestar solo aquello y sentir solo esto
y que dios nos ampare de malos pensamientos
cumplir con las tareas, asistir al colegio
qué diría la familia si eres un fracasado
y ponte siempre zapatos, no hagas ruido en la mesa
usa medias veladas y corbata en las fiestas
las mujeres se casan siempre antes de treinta
si no vestirán santos aunque así no lo quieran
y en la fiesta de quince es mejor no olvidar
una fina champaña y bailar bien el Vals,
y bailar bien el Vals
te espero sentada
te espero sentada en la esquina de siempre,
y más arreglada que si fuera un viernes
sin ninguna cita hecha previamente
pero con la plena intuición de verte
mis ojos no paran de mirar y mirar
el oscuro pedernal de las ideas
buscando más huecos dentro de este hueco,
buscando una luz en medio de este cielo
mi cielo, mi cielo, pobre de mi cielo
mis manos las guardo porque tengo frio
y se sienten raras dentro del bolsillo
ha pasado ya mas de una hora y media
no has aparecido, me falló mi instinto
pero es que mi instinto no sabe de amores,
pero es que mi instinto no sabe que...
vivir la vida sin ti
es algo como morir
es caminar sin mirar
es como cantar sin oír
es hablar sin respirar
es comer sin digerir
porque yo descubrí
que eres la forma perfecta
la medida exacta
justa para mi y es así...
these are the two i quoted for the new icons i made last night! 'pies descalzos' and 'te espero sentada.'
my own, done rather quickly, possibly too literal or not literal enough in places. the sense should come across regardless.
bare feet, white dreams
you bit into the apple and renounced paradise
and blamed the snake when you were doing exactly what you wanted all along.
for thousands of years you remained nude
and showed yourself to dinosaurs under a leaf with no shame.
and now you're here asking for happiness,
when you didn't care about your own destiny.
you belonged to an ancient race of bare feet and white dreams.
you were dust and dust you are.
maybe you even think that iron doesn't bend to fire.
you made yourself a world of perfect new things,
everything calculated, in its time and place.
i who am complete chaos coming and going,
in name and in deed, don't fit in your world.
and now you're here asking for happiness,
when you didn't care about your own destiny.
you belonged to an ancient race of bare feet and white dreams.
you were dust and dust you are.
maybe you even think that iron doesn't bend to fire.
say hi to the neighbor, get up in one hour,
work every day for a living,
answer like this and only feel these things
and 'god will protect us from bad thoughts'
finish all your work, go to school,
what would your family say if you were a failure?
put on your shoes and don't make noise at the table
and wear fancy socks and a tie to parties
women must marry before thirty
if they don't dress properly
and even so they don't want to
and at your fifteenth birthday party it's better not to forget
a fine champagne, and to dance the waltz well
i wait for you on the corner
i always wait for you sitting on the corner,
more dressed up than for friday night,
with no date made in advance, only the simple intuition of seeing you.
my eyes can't stop looking and looking at
the darkened crystal of my thoughts, seeking caverns inside this cavern,
seeking a light in the midst of this sky.
my sky, my poor sky.
i'm hiding my hands because i'm cold
and they feel strange inside my purse
an hour and a half have passed and you're not here;
my instinct has failed me.
it's only that my instinct doesn't know about loves,
it's that my instinct doesn't know that
living life without you
is something like dying,
is walking without looking,
is singing and not hearing,
is speaking without breath,
is eating and staying hungry,
because i've discovered
you're the perfect one,
and exactly what i need.
pies descalzos, sueños blancos
Tu mordiste la manzana
y renunciaste al paraíso
y condenaste a una serpiente
siendo tu el que así lo quiso
Por milenios y milenios
pernamecistes desnudo
y te enfrentaste a dinosaurios
bajo un techo sin escudo
Y ahora estás aquí
queriendo ser feliz
cuando no te importó un pepino tu destino
Perteneciste a una raza antigua
de pies descalzos y de sueños blancos
fuiste polvo, polvo eres piensa
que el hierro siempre al calor es blando.
Construiste un mundo exacto
de acabados tan perfectos
cada cosas calculada en su espacio y en su tiempo
yo que soy un caos completo
las entradas las salidas
los nombres y las medidas no me caben en los cesos.
Y ahora estás aquí
queriendo ser feliz
cuando no te importó un pepino tu destino
Perteneciste a una raza antigua
de pies descalzos y de sueños blancos
fuiste polvo, polvo eres piensa
que el hierro siempre al calor es blando.
Perteneciste a una raza antigua
de pies descalzos y de sueños blancos
fuiste polvo, polvo eres piensa
que el hierro siempre al calor es blando.
Saludar al vecino, acostarse a una hora
trabajar cada día para vivir en la vida
y contestar solo aquello y sentir solo esto
y que dios nos ampare de malos pensamientos
cumplir con las tareas, asistir al colegio
qué diría la familia si eres un fracasado
y ponte siempre zapatos, no hagas ruido en la mesa
usa medias veladas y corbata en las fiestas
las mujeres se casan siempre antes de treinta
si no vestirán santos aunque así no lo quieran
y en la fiesta de quince es mejor no olvidar
una fina champaña y bailar bien el Vals,
y bailar bien el Vals
te espero sentada
te espero sentada en la esquina de siempre,
y más arreglada que si fuera un viernes
sin ninguna cita hecha previamente
pero con la plena intuición de verte
mis ojos no paran de mirar y mirar
el oscuro pedernal de las ideas
buscando más huecos dentro de este hueco,
buscando una luz en medio de este cielo
mi cielo, mi cielo, pobre de mi cielo
mis manos las guardo porque tengo frio
y se sienten raras dentro del bolsillo
ha pasado ya mas de una hora y media
no has aparecido, me falló mi instinto
pero es que mi instinto no sabe de amores,
pero es que mi instinto no sabe que...
vivir la vida sin ti
es algo como morir
es caminar sin mirar
es como cantar sin oír
es hablar sin respirar
es comer sin digerir
porque yo descubrí
que eres la forma perfecta
la medida exacta
justa para mi y es así...