Mi primera lección española

Aléjate
Josh Groban
Music and Lyrics: Albert Hammond and Marti Sharron
From the recording: Josh Groban, Track #6

Jamás sentí en el alma tanto amor
Y nadie mas que tú, mi amó
Por ti reí y lloré, renací también
Lo que tuve di, por tenerte aquí
Ya sé que despedirnos es mejor
Sufriendo pagaré mi error
Ya nada será igual, lo tengo que aceptar
Y hallar la fuerza en mí para este adios

* Aléjate, no puedo más
Ya no hay manera de volver el tiempo atrás
Olvídate de mí
Y déjame seguir a solas con mi soledad
Aléjate, ya dime adios
Y me resignaré a seguir sin tu calor
Y jamás entenderé que fue lo que pasó
Si nada puedo hacer, aléjate *

No voy a arrepentirme del ayer
Amándo te hice, mujer
Por el amor aquel, por serte siempre fiel
Hoy tengo que ser fuerte y aprender

Repeat * x 2

Translation:

I never felt so much love in my soul
And no one loved me more than you did
For you I laughed and cried, and was reborn
I gave all I have to keep you here
I know that saying goodbye is best
Suffering, I will pay for my mistake
And nothing will be the same. I have to accept it
And find the strength in me for this goodbye

* Just walk away. I cannot bear it anymore
There’s no way to go back in time
Forget me
And let me go on alone with my solitude
Just walk away, tell me goodbye
And I will resign myself to going on without your warmth
And I will never understand what happened
If there's nothing I can do, just walk away *

I’m not going to repent for yesterday
I loved you, woman
For that love, for always being faithful
Today I have to be strong and learn

Repeat * x 2

I Know What I Did Last Summer

Just got back from the annual church summer conference at Three Hills. A more tiresome weekend this year than any other. The battle with the heat and the battle within wore me out in two days, and I nearly lost last night. I stuck it out though in the end, willing myself through the trials.

Absolutely miserable last night. I don't want to remember the past, but I can't help myself. So what am I supposed to do? I can't run away, I can't look back. But what can I do when everything that used to be so familiar, so natural, so reflexive, is now a needle pricking at my heart? What can I do but hide from them and hope they dull over time?

Still debating whether to go back to Saturday worship. There's nothing for me to do on Sunday. If I want to serve, I may have to look to Saturday regardless. That won't go down well with some people.

April Music Review

Comfortable - John Mayer: Once again, a soft, melancholic melody combined with John's unique accent. Nothing fancy, just the simple story of a lost love. Perfect for turning the lights down late at night, sipping on a glass of wine, and remembering a love that slipped through your fingers.

Collide - Howie Day: Scrubs just keeps churning out great tunes for listening. Besides great episodes, I mean. Another nice, easy listening.

Closer - Joshua Radin: Another song I heard recently in Scrubs. An excellent vocal performance by Joshua, leaping and bounding over the scale with consummate ease.

Forever Love - 王力宏: My friend's girlfriend, Eunice, sent me this song by Leehom, whose music I had not previously sampled. A bit much with the falsetto, I thought, but a catchy tune nevertheless.

空中飛人 - 李克勤: An altogether disappointing album from Hacken, who has set very high standards with 飛花, Let's Celebrate, 愛不釋手, Ever Last, Custom Made, and Smart I.D. 聽傷口説話 is the only recommendable song of the entire CD.

Just Like a Newcomer?

Someone told me not to expect too much from my brothers and sisters. Having been gone for a year, I'm probably more akin to a newcomer than an old friend, she said.

I beg to differ.

If I were in fact a newcomer, I'd comfortably sit at home and wait for them to call me and care for me. I wouldn't get all antsy about nobody sparing the time to ring me up; I could just find other friends to hang out with.

But no. Instead, I'm stuck here at home, wondering if I ought to be calling them since they won't call me. Dilemma. Wondering whose responsibility it is to call.

Just like a newcomer? I think not.

The Joy of Football

For two hours, I had nothing on my mind but football.

No girls, past present or future. No degrees. No careers. No bumps and bruises. No parents. No friends. Nothing but football.

And it felt so good. So pure. So true. So simple. So beautiful. A game where the sole objective is to place a ball in the goal more times than the opposition, using any means within legal limits.

For two hours, the ball was all that mattered.

Telephony

The invention of telephony bridged distances the way wormholes (supposedly) warp spacetime. Anyone could call anyone else over a sophisticated network of wires in a matter of seconds, wherever they are on the planet. This is especially true with mobile telephony technologies.

So why haven't I got a cell phone yet? Well, whichever kind of telephony you're talking about (traditional vs. mobile vs. internet), you always have one person calling another. That's what phones are for, so you can call someone or so someone can call you. So it sort of defeats the purpose of having a phone if you have nobody to call or nobody wants to call you.

That is, I think, why I haven't got a cell phone yet.

Sweet Dreams are Made of This

It's interesting to note that, while I had bad dreams nearly every night in Switzerland, ever since coming home, I've been relatively free of nightmares. In fact, last night (or more accurately, this morning) I had a particularly pleasant dream. Not that I'd share with you the details, of course.