Music…

Corazón A La Deriva

Cuéntame

Lucerito
and Words

Noto cómo cambia tu voz
Cada vez que me confiesas: “te quiero”
Somos mundos en aproximación
Orbitando con el mismo fin

Choque ciego de universos de amor
Con caricias rotatorias y lentas
Que nos pone el corazón en la boca
Y transforma el aire en elíxir

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


On a quiet weekend night, we browse through movies on Netflix.  We cycle through many tiles and previews.  Eventually, we land on a sci-fi romantic comedy, called “Our Times”.  The plot centers around a married couple of physicists in 1966 who invent the means to time travel… and land, right here in 2025.  The preview features actors we do not immediately recognize, though that’s not entirely uncommon.

As we start the film, the credits roll.  While Netflix obviously produced the film, the credits roll in Spanish.  We’ve watched several foreign films (and shows) and even a handful that were dubbed.  Sure, the lips move out of synchronicity with the words, but this isn’t a deal-breaker.

Continue reading “My heart no longer adrift”

Music…

Come Back and Stay

Love Is No Crime

Bad Boys Blue
and Words

Walk in the rain
Tryin′ to wash away the pain
You went away
I made you cry so many days

Where do broken hearts go to?
How can broken hearts find their way back home?
When nobody cares about you
And you’re feeling blue

Come back and stay, don′t keep me waiting (oh, baby)
Come back and stay, don’t say goodbye

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


On a late weekend night in the 1980s, I arrived at a party.  This Friday started early; I shuffled, half-awake, from Pearson Hall to class in a lecture hall.  Classes mercifully ended by mid-afternoon, after which I went back to my dorm room to pack and change.  Next, I loaded both clothes and books into the trunk of my classic 1966 Mustang and drove to work, which was about an hour away.  Wearing the trademark long-sleeved, white-buttoned shirt and black pants, I walked into the restaurant where I’d spend the next few hours waiting on tables.

My shift ended at 9 pm, so I ran home and showered.  After getting primped and ready, I drive to the party.  I often go with my sisters, who are part of the same group of peeps.  Enterprising young Asians hire a DJ and rent a space for the night, like the Fort Lauderdale or Coral Gables Woman’s Club.  Add a collection of 2-liter bottles of soft drinks and a cover charge.  They’ll turn a modest profit.

Continue reading “Returning to my Neverland”