by Abel Ibarra
Jose Emilio Castellanos photo
Fall in Berkeley, VA 2006
I felt the fall falling Exactly Like You: like a cool breeze on my face, I said to Catherine, an American friend.
Well, I felt I fell the fall like a cool breeze on my face, just as I fell from the sky his friendship exciting. She said thanks, you are so lovely and grateful that a stranger told you that you can be cool.
So I was grateful that he wrote a poem called "Catherine in Spanglish," whose first stanza ends with: "Catherine is Catherine in Latin," she is "like an apple bite" and I bit the apple. In other words, things are as they sound on the side of the heart where the words fall So we name.
Americans simplify everything to make life more convenient. Autumn is fall because it is the season when the tree leaves begin to fall dead from the cold. I prefer the British "Autumn", born from the "Autun" Latino, when the Romans put it together in Britain. Fall is a nice gap between the summer begins to cool and the harsh winter forcing the Americans to shed their summer sandals and shorts boy scout, to make life a bit more elegant.
is the same "autumn" Frank Sinatra named in a song where he remembers the stages of his life called "It was a very good year." When it is his turn to fall, he named "autumn" to say which came in the fifties, the days are shorter, which is not the same as before and tared tared.
But same "Autun" which becomes the third movement of Vivaldi's Four Seasons. The violins and violas start out with some cool pizzicato melancholy soul. Basses use its line of trees with low notes to remind us that time moves inexorably. Vivaldi no optimism. You nailed fingers on the strings violins to go descontándote time mercilessly.
Not so Joan Manuel Serrat, the better. In the song he wrote to one "Uncle Albert" makes an apology it's scary. He says that "gypsy gipsy could be" that "walks on good and evil, with the cadence of his waltz, half view, half sneer," and so is delaying the time of the song in praise, for example , which in his fifties, "still trembles with the engines, the girls and flowers, with Vivaldi and flamenco."
But inevitably plays the song progresses and the time of the fall. And that is when does a vivid poetic Serrat to bypass the destiny of the bullfighter, "How lucky you, pig, that at the end of the road she waited in the cool shade of a fresh skin of twenty years, where forget the disappointments of five decades of love, Uncle Albert."
Before naming the lucky fact that outshines the "Order of the Legion of Honor" that gave the French Republic to Uncle Albert, Serrat sets the stage with an encouraging verse speaking of the "Autumn Spring insists," to finish saying "the glass of my youth I rise at your health, king of the land of dream and fantasy." Catherine has twenty
not like Uncle Albert but who walks in my own fifty. But it fell on my face like a cool breeze when I left home yesterday on the first day this fall that stresses the spring. Vale.
I felt the fall falling Exactly Like You: like a cool breeze on my face, I said to Catherine, an American friend.
Well, I felt I fell the fall like a cool breeze on my face, just as I fell from the sky his friendship exciting. She said thanks, you are so lovely and grateful that a stranger told you that you can be cool.
So I was grateful that he wrote a poem called "Catherine in Spanglish," whose first stanza ends with: "Catherine is Catherine in Latin," she is "like an apple bite" and I bit the apple. In other words, things are as they sound on the side of the heart where the words fall So we name.
Americans simplify everything to make life more convenient. Autumn is fall because it is the season when the tree leaves begin to fall dead from the cold. I prefer the British "Autumn", born from the "Autun" Latino, when the Romans put it together in Britain. Fall is a nice gap between the summer begins to cool and the harsh winter forcing the Americans to shed their summer sandals and shorts boy scout, to make life a bit more elegant.
is the same "autumn" Frank Sinatra named in a song where he remembers the stages of his life called "It was a very good year." When it is his turn to fall, he named "autumn" to say which came in the fifties, the days are shorter, which is not the same as before and tared tared.
But same "Autun" which becomes the third movement of Vivaldi's Four Seasons. The violins and violas start out with some cool pizzicato melancholy soul. Basses use its line of trees with low notes to remind us that time moves inexorably. Vivaldi no optimism. You nailed fingers on the strings violins to go descontándote time mercilessly.
Not so Joan Manuel Serrat, the better. In the song he wrote to one "Uncle Albert" makes an apology it's scary. He says that "gypsy gipsy could be" that "walks on good and evil, with the cadence of his waltz, half view, half sneer," and so is delaying the time of the song in praise, for example , which in his fifties, "still trembles with the engines, the girls and flowers, with Vivaldi and flamenco."
But inevitably plays the song progresses and the time of the fall. And that is when does a vivid poetic Serrat to bypass the destiny of the bullfighter, "How lucky you, pig, that at the end of the road she waited in the cool shade of a fresh skin of twenty years, where forget the disappointments of five decades of love, Uncle Albert."
Before naming the lucky fact that outshines the "Order of the Legion of Honor" that gave the French Republic to Uncle Albert, Serrat sets the stage with an encouraging verse speaking of the "Autumn Spring insists," to finish saying "the glass of my youth I rise at your health, king of the land of dream and fantasy." Catherine has twenty
not like Uncle Albert but who walks in my own fifty. But it fell on my face like a cool breeze when I left home yesterday on the first day this fall that stresses the spring. Vale.
