“Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in “sadness,” “joy,” or “regret.” Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I’d like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, “The happiness that attends disaster.” Or: “The disappointment of sleeping with one’s fantasy.” I’d like to show how “Intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members.” connects with “The hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age.” I’d like to have a word for “The sadness inspired by failing restaurants,”, as well as for “The excitement of getting a room with a minibar.” I’ve never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I’ve entered my story, I need them more than ever. ” ―Jeffrey Eugenides
English
Qué Hiciste
Spanish:
Ayer los dos soñábamos con un mundo perfecto
Ayer a nuestros labios les sobraban las palabras
Porque en los ojos nos espiábamos el alma
Y la verdad no vacilaba en tu mirada
Ayer nos prometimos conquistar el mundo entero
Ayer tú me juraste que este amor seria eterno
Por que una vez equivocarse es suficiente
Para aprender lo que es amar sinceramente
Qué Hiciste? Hoy destruiste con tu orgullo la esperanza
Hoy empañaste con tu furia mi mirada
Borraste toda nuestra historia con tu rabia
Y confundiste tanto amor que te entregaba
Como permiso para así romperme el alma
Qué Hiciste? Nos obligaste a destruir las madrugadas
Y nuestras noches las ahogaron tus palabras
Mis ilusiones acabaron con tus falsas
Se te olvido que era el amor lo que importaba
Y con tus manos derrumbaste nuestra casa
Mañana que amanezca un día nuevo en mi universo
Mañana no veré tu nombre escrito entre mis versos
No escuchare palabras de arrepentimiento
Ignorare sin pena tu remordimiento
English:
Yesterday we both dreamed of a perfect world
Yesterday our lips had no words
Because in the eyes we spied the soul
And the truth did not waver in your gaze
Yesterday we promised to conquer the whole world
Yesterday you swore to me that this love would be eternal
Because once being wrong is enough
To learn what it is to love sincerely
What did you do? Today you destroyed hope with your pride
Today you blurred my gaze with your fury
You erased our entire history with your rage
And you confused so much love that I gave you
As permission to break my soul
What did you do? You forced us to destroy the dawn
And our nights were drowned by your words
My illusions ended your false ones
You forgot that it was love that mattered
And with your hands you broke down our house
Tomorrow a new day dawns in my universe
Tomorrow I will not see your name written between my verses
I won’t hear words of regret
I will shamelessly ignore your remorse
Not Bingo
I am one text message away from committing a murder. I rolled my eyes an additional 15 times today which was completely unnecessary, except that people insist on using “B4, UR, 2, GR8”, etc. in their messages to me. How hard is it to spell the Goddamn word out?! It’s one thing if it’s a short message, but “I’m gonna b late. Traffic.” is annoying. #1- NEVER TEXT AND DRIVE. #2- It takes half a second to add the extra “e”, especially when you’re verbally using a dictation to text app.
UGH!
In light of this, I’m considering new friends and family. All applications may be submitted for review. LOL.
If It Sounds Like Writing…
I agree wholeheartedly. One of my rules is this: If I cannot visualize it like a mini-movie inside my head, it will not go on paper.
Written by LISA MARINO-Molchanova 