So remember when I said that sometimes I get really bored? Well, today was one of those days. I got out of class at 10, went to the store, and came home, just to find out that the electricity was out. Great. There went my laundry idea. Well at least I still had my computer. I could always use my time productively and do some facebook stalking until the power came back on, right? Wrong. It died within the hour. And there I was, stuck, with the day stretching out before me and nothing to do. I had only one other option left: to grade the stack of papers I had just brought home. And that option was not looking appealing. So instead, I picked up my notebook and started to write.
You may have, by now, guessed that I kind of like writing, and it was a far more tempting outlet for my boredom than schoolwork. Well anyways, I started writing and what came out was a poem. Strange I know, but poetry has been on my mind a lot lately. I have a Dominican friend that's been helping with my Spanish and a lot of the time he gives me songs and song lyrics to look up, and lately some Spanish poetry. I always loved poetry when I was younger, but since it was relatively uncool to admit that as a teenager, I pretty much set it aside. Oh the misguidance of youth. But in any case, I remember reading a poem when I was in middle school (no idea what it was called, what it consisted of, or who the author was) by a Spanish-speaking author. The important part was that the poem was written in English, and apparently the woman poet who had written it had moved from her native country to the U.S. Our English teacher at the time told us that this author believed that if she could write poetry in another language, it meant that she truly had a grasp of that language. I have no idea why I still remember that. In any case, I don´t know if that´s true or not, but I decided to give it a shot. And well, here is my attempt.
La Mariposa
Si yo fuera otra cosa, sería mariposa
Sin dirección salvo la brisa
Flotaría entre belleza y belleza
Tocando el cielo y la fresa
Una vida que sale como risa
Si yo fuera otra cosa, sería mariposa
Doradas del sol mis alas
Y todo que toco
Crecería un poco
Y yo dejaría una sonrisa en sus almas
Si yo fuera otra cosa, sería mariposa
Sin pesa, ni preocupación, ni hogar
Nunca podría estar perdida
Ni saber la brevedad de la vida
Sólo pudiera amar
Sólo pudiera amar
P.S. Neal, this one was inspired by you
P.S.S. Spanish speakers out there, I realize there are probably grammar errors here, please forgive them. I´m claiming creative license :)
P.S.S.S. English Speakers, you can just copy and paste this into google translate if you want to get the "gist" of what this says, although it won´t translate exactly correctly.
P.S.S.S.S. Wow I feel really nervous posting this. Not sure why since I have been pretty uncensored about what I write to you guys so far. Don´t think I´m weird! Or do. I guess it doesn´t really matter, lol, I probably am.
You may have, by now, guessed that I kind of like writing, and it was a far more tempting outlet for my boredom than schoolwork. Well anyways, I started writing and what came out was a poem. Strange I know, but poetry has been on my mind a lot lately. I have a Dominican friend that's been helping with my Spanish and a lot of the time he gives me songs and song lyrics to look up, and lately some Spanish poetry. I always loved poetry when I was younger, but since it was relatively uncool to admit that as a teenager, I pretty much set it aside. Oh the misguidance of youth. But in any case, I remember reading a poem when I was in middle school (no idea what it was called, what it consisted of, or who the author was) by a Spanish-speaking author. The important part was that the poem was written in English, and apparently the woman poet who had written it had moved from her native country to the U.S. Our English teacher at the time told us that this author believed that if she could write poetry in another language, it meant that she truly had a grasp of that language. I have no idea why I still remember that. In any case, I don´t know if that´s true or not, but I decided to give it a shot. And well, here is my attempt.
La Mariposa
Si yo fuera otra cosa, sería mariposa
Sin dirección salvo la brisa
Flotaría entre belleza y belleza
Tocando el cielo y la fresa
Una vida que sale como risa
Si yo fuera otra cosa, sería mariposa
Doradas del sol mis alas
Y todo que toco
Crecería un poco
Y yo dejaría una sonrisa en sus almas
Si yo fuera otra cosa, sería mariposa
Sin pesa, ni preocupación, ni hogar
Nunca podría estar perdida
Ni saber la brevedad de la vida
Sólo pudiera amar
Sólo pudiera amar
P.S. Neal, this one was inspired by you
P.S.S. Spanish speakers out there, I realize there are probably grammar errors here, please forgive them. I´m claiming creative license :)
P.S.S.S. English Speakers, you can just copy and paste this into google translate if you want to get the "gist" of what this says, although it won´t translate exactly correctly.
P.S.S.S.S. Wow I feel really nervous posting this. Not sure why since I have been pretty uncensored about what I write to you guys so far. Don´t think I´m weird! Or do. I guess it doesn´t really matter, lol, I probably am.
Close-up of a Dominican butterfly wing. Love. Now I want to paint it. Maybe that shall be my next boredom project. Also, please note that I stole the above photo from depositphotos. Gotta give credit where credit is due. The one below is totally all mine though :)
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