Como anadir hilo en un anillo.

I'm a little behind with challenges but I think today I'll catch up.  This week theme at Picture Perfect was "A Song Title".  The 1st song that came in mind was Preciosa", a popular Puerto Rican song about Puerto Rico's beauty and some political struggles.  The song is in Spanish, but I'll try to translate it.  The video is by Marc Anthony, who is Puerto Rican (actually New York-rican - a person born in NY from Puerto Rican parents).  The song was easy to choose but not the picture.  I have so many gorgeous photos of PR  but I think this is my favorite.  It's called "San Juan's Gate" and it's literally the gate of the city.  San Juan is the capital city of PR and is surrounded by an antique wall.  This spot was a strategical point of entering to the island and so the huge gates were made.  I love it because of its beauty and significant, and I thought it was perfect for this song and challenge.  The camera I used is a simple digital camera Kodak 310.  I don't have (yet!) any fancy camera.  Enjoy!

CD Completo

Complete CD

Start:

Nov 11, '07 5:00p

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I was playing today with some new scrapbooking kits ("Havana" from Raspberry Road Designs) and I combined one to make a tag for a poem by Julia de Burgos. She's my favorite poetess. She was born in Carolina, PR (in the town where I grew up) and she was an amazing poetess. I had a book with her poems in Spanish and translated to English but I lost it. I'm trying to get it again. This one is in Spanish. Enjoy!

This is a rough translation:

I Love You

I love you... and you move me in the time of my life without hours.
I love you in the pale rivers that travel the night,
and never end conducting the stars to the sea.

I love you in that morning,
unfastened from the flight of the centuries runaway from its ship
white up to the water without waves where they swim sad,
your voice and my song.

I love you in the pain without cry that so many nights
pick up the dream on the inverted sky of my pupils
to cosmically look at you, in my undermined voice of noise of
centuries crumbling down.

I love you (white night's scream) in the reflexive insomnia
where in birds my soul has return.

I love you... My love mildly escapes from expressions and routes,
and goes breaking shadows and reaching your image
from the innocent point where I'm grass and bird song.