A pesar de todo, me levanto…(Stil i rise…)

 
Still I rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
A pesar de todo me levanto
 
Podrás inscribirme en la historia
Con tus mentiras amargas y retorcidas,
Podrás arrastrarme en la basura misma
Y a pesar de todo, como el polvo, me levantaré.
¿Te desconcierta mi insolencia?
¿Por qué te acosa la melancolía?
Porque camino como si tuviese pozos de petróleo
Bombeando en mi sala de estar.
Igual que las lunas y los soles,
Con la certeza de las mareas,
Igual que las esperanzas que alto vuelan
A pesar de todo me levantaré.
¿Querías verme destruida?
¿Con la cabeza inclinada y los ojos cerrados?
Los hombros caídos como lágrimas.
Debilitada por mis gritos conmovedores.
¿Te ofende mi arrogancia?
No lo tomes tan a mal
Porque me río como si tuviera minas de oro
Cavándose en el patio de atrás.
Puedes dispararme las palabras,
Puedes cortarme con los ojos,
Puedes matarme con tu odio,
Y a pesar de todo, como el aire, me levantaré.
¿Te desconcierta mi sensualidad?
¿Te resulta una novedad
Que baile como si tuviera diamantes
En el medio de mis muslos?
Desde los cobertizos de una vergüenza histórica
Me levanto
De un pasado enraizado en el dolor
Me levanto
Soy un océano negro, impetuoso y extenso,
Fluyendo y embraveciendo soporto la marea.
Dejando atrás noches de espanto y miedo
Me levanto
En un nuevo día asombrosamente claro
Me levanto
Con los talentos que mis ancestros dieron,
Yo soy el sueño y la esperanza del esclavo.
Me levanto.
Me levanto
Me levanto.
 
Maya Angelou (EEUU, 1928- )
 
 
Porque estoy viva y plapito todavía…
 
NO TE DES POR VENCIDO

No te des por vencido
ni aún vencido,
no te sientas esclavo
ni aún esclavo;
trémulo de pavor,
piénsate bravo
y arremete feroz
ya mal herido.

Ten el tesón del clavo enmohecido,
que ya viejo y ruin vuelve a ser clavo;
no la cobarde intrepidez del pavo
que emaina su plumaje al primer ruido.

Procede como Dios que nunca llora,
o como Lucifer que nunca reza,
o como el robledal cuya grandeza,
necesita del agua y no la implora…

¡ Qué muerda y vocifere vengadora,
ya rodando en el polvo, tu cabeza!

 

Do not give up

Do not give up, even defeated,
do not feel a slave, even enslaved;
trembling with fright, think yourself brave,
and assault fiercely, when badly hurt.

Have the tenacity of the rusted nail
that old and ruined, is nail again;
not the coward stupidity of the turkey
that shrinks its feathers at the first noise.

Do like God who never cries;
or like Lucifer, who never prays;
or like the oak grove, that in its greatness
needs water but does not plea…

May it bite and clamor vengeful,
rolling in the dust, your head!

ALMAFUERTE (Argentina 1854-1917)

 

 ANGELS 

I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate ?
And do they know
The places where we go
When we’re grey and old ?
‘Cos I’ve been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I’m lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel that love is dead
I’m loving angels instead

CHORUS:
And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I’m right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won’t break me
When I come to call
She won’t forsake me
I’m loving angels instead

When I’m feeling weak
And my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
And I know I’ll always be blessed with love
And as the feeling grows
She breathes flesh to my bones
And when love is dead
I’m loving angels instead

Robbie Williams

 

Watch this : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeS6U-eDkKA

Never lose hope, angels exist!!!!!!

I Wish To Die Beside You

                        "Can you hear me precious," I said to my beloved, brushing the hair back from her forehead. I leaned close to her face and kissed her eyes as I had often done before her illness. My eyes, a virtual fountain of tears, each drop falling on her cheek as she laid there unconscious before me, wasting away, transforming from a once beautiful angel into an emaciated, withering figure awaiting death.

            "I am in agony! My life will be meaningless without her," I cried out in my mind, contemplating suicide the day she is gone from my life.

            Interrupting our privacy, the door opens loudly as the physician on record walks into the room. He glanced at her chart, but only for a moment and then looked at her and remarked, "Well" pausing briefly, "It won’t be long now!" And with that, he left the room.

            I resent that son of a bitch and I almost wished he suffered my agony, the caulis bastard! I hate him for his unconcerned attitude toward her suffering and my wrenching anguish.

            In a few moments, I stopped thinking about my anger toward the doctor and looked at her again, remembering back when we were first married. She and I went shopping one day at a craft’s fair. We found nothing of interest until suddenly, she spied a hand carved wooden tree ornament, made by one of the traveling craftsman. She had to have it and although we had so little money, I bought it. We had spaghetti that night, no meat or sauce, just noodles, which was all we could afford, as we dined in the reflection of the peaceful lighting from our Christmas tree> She stared at the ornament with a glow on her face that illuminated our darkened room and most certainly, my heart. Christmas never really began for her until she placed that ornament on the tree each year at which time she would always cry.

            "How are we today?" a voice boomed from behind me as the door flew open, which jarred me out of my remembrance of happier times. It was the priest that frequented the hospital, dressed in robes, beads and religious jewelry all to let us know, he was somebody important. Well maybe he was to those that played into his act, but I can’t imagine that God gave a damn about what he had become, a self righteous, self important piece of…self!

            Before I could stop him, he placed his thumbprint dipped in holy water onto her forehead and began chanting something in Latin as he stood over her 70-pound frame, her too much in pain to realize what was happening. How dare this pompous bastard push his way into our moment of grief and afflict us with his voodoo witcheries. I grabbed him by his collar, causing him to spill what was left of his vial of holy water and shoved him out the door, accidentally bumping his head on the doorframe as he fell into the hall.

            I went back to her bedside and held her hand again and remembered once when I called her about a stray dog I had found as I was walking into a hair salon to get a haircut. A precious Boxer dog with human intelligence, which showed through his beautiful brown eyes, who approached me as if to say, "Take me home." The hair stylist told me he was abandoned and the pound would be by soon to pick him up at the request of her landlord.

            I called my wife to ask what she wanted me to do when all of a sudden; she started crying uncontrollably over the phone. It seemed she drove the 15-minute drive to the hair salon in only a few minutes, for she was there soon after, pulling the dog into our car and cuddling him as she drove home. I guess he got his wish…he was home.

            Cancer was sweeping through her once beautiful body like a forest fire in high winds. Her emaciated, near lifeless corpse lay before me in the hospital bed, which had seen the downward, spiraling transformation of my beautiful wife, now lost to me forever.

            I know she was in pain, I could feel it. I could see her twitching at times and I know I had to do something. I am her mate. I promised to protect her and she needed me now all the more, when she was at her weakest.

            I had asked the hospital’s administration to pull the plug on her life support, so she could be spared the pain the cancer was inflicting on her. They stated it was against the law in that state to assist suicide, which included all forms of assisted death. I asked if I could do it and they said that I would be arrested and very likely put to death for murder.

            Whether or not that is true, I must do it.

            I prayed out loud, “God, if you are up there” I paused, “Or somewhere, please bring my angel home. She doesn’t deserve this!” After that, there was only silence.

            I knew what I must do. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the wooden ornament she loved so much and placed it in her hands, cupping my hand around hers. I reached for the plug to disconnect her life support when suddenly; the power went out in the room. I saw her draw her last breath and passed away peaceably in her sleep. Just then, the room was filled with a feeling of great joy and peace like I had never known. God had shown up. He heard me! I cried vehemently!

            As I stood there, I felt my wife embrace me in spirit. “Oh my God,” I said through my tears, I feel her love surrounding me. Goodbye my love! Oh God, I feel her presence!

 

Mark Edgemon 

                             

 

 
 
 

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