Sunday, 12 July 2009

  • A mi océano

    lento pero viene
    el futuro se acerca
    despacio
    pero viene

    hoy está más allá
    de las nubes que elige
    y más allá del trueno
    y de la tierra firme

    demorándose viene
    cual flor desconfiada
    que vigila al sol
    sin preguntarle nada

    iluminando viene
    las últimas ventanas

    lento pero viene
    las últimas ventanas

    lento pero viene
    el futuro se acerca
    despacio
    pero viene

    ya se va acercando
    nunca tiene prisa
    viene con proyectos
    y bolsas de semillas
    con angeles maltrechos
    y fieles golondrinas

    despacio pero viene
    sin hacer mucho ruido
    cuidando sobre todo
    los sueños prohibidos

    los recuerdos yacentes
    y los recién nacidos

    lento pero viene
    el futuro se acerca
    despacio
    pero viene

    ya casi está llegando
    con su mejor noticia
    con puños con ojeras
    con noches y con días

    con una estrella pobre
    sin nombre todavía

    lento pero viene
    el futuro real
    el mismo que inventamos
    nosotros y el azar

    cada vez más nosotros
    y menos el azar

    lento pero viene
    el futuro se acerca
    despacio
    pero viene

    lento pero viene
    lento pero viene
    lento pero viene

    -Benedetti

    Lento pero viene también aquel día en el que regresaré, y en mi vuelo me reconocerás.

Friday, 19 June 2009

  • Bate que bate

    How long has it been... Really. We're already half-way through another June...? I feel as if my life has changed so much over the past who-knows-how-long I'm not sure I know whose life I'm living for now.

    A year ago today I was in Uruguay. Two years ago today I was in Connecticut. Three years ago today I was in Hong Kong...

    And all I know today is that I made it through another week. Eight full hours of teaching can actually be quite a workout on one's legs. And one's voice. But I'm grateful for the job. One I enjoy. I just miss having friends. The kind that don't just go out and get themselves drunk every Friday night. The kind one could spend hours upon hours conversing about the unnoticed in life. The kind one could just be with, and be content.

    The kind one would spend a whole lifetime waiting for.

Monday, 01 December 2008

  • Touched by the ordinary

    Last time I was here on December 1st I was playing at the HCJB Quito Day concerts when I was suddenly surprised in front of hundreds of people with a beautiful bouquet of roses and 'Happy Birthday' by the sinfonica.

    Six years later I walk into classrooms full of grateful students who had been planning for weeks now how to best surprise their teacher. Of course, as all good Ecuadorian friends they also made sure that I would get caked. As long as they didn't get it on my clothes I said. Only they got a cake of which half the height was pure icing. Chocolate icing. At least I had a feeling it was coming.

    If these were Uruguayan students I would have been egged instead.

    Por ser más que una maestra,
    Por entregarse totalmente,
    Por compartir sus conocimientos con nosotros de una manera tan linda...

    Surprised. Caked. Thanked.
    Knowing less that I did, still more than I need.

Tuesday, 25 November 2008

  • Exam number three

    Yesterday was review day. The class was divided into two teams to compete against each other. The prize was either an extra point on the next exam for each member OR another song of mine. Well, they were so competitive against each other they almost went out of control.

    It turned out they tied.

    No problem. Everyone gets the extra point for participation. Only they all protested. 'Teacher, you gave us a choice. We don't want the point. We want your song.' I was caught by surprised. Right, I gave the winning team a choice. But no one won. So here's an extra point for everyone. 'No one wants it?'

    Their protest was in unison this time. 'We all competed for you to sing, teacher. We tied. So you sing us two songs: a song for each winning team.' I was impressed. As long as they'll study for them, I thought. 'Fine. Only if the whole class passes, but with 75 or above this time.' They all turned to each other and discussed it for a while. 'We'll take the songs.'

    The written exam was today. It's worth 80 points. To say they were nervous would be an understatement. The other 20 points will be decided tomorrow during their oral presentations.

    I'll have serious homework to do if they all do their studying.

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