<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788663184662778232</id><updated>2011-12-12T13:44:09.417-08:00</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='subjunctive'/><category term='zombies'/><category term='costa rica'/><category term='affection'/><category term='recuerdos tristeza y soledad'/><category term='marco antonio solís'/><category term='Dinarama'/><category term='zombie walk'/><category term='Spanish'/><category term='Thalía'/><category term='love'/><category term='Who cares?'/><category term='¿A quién le importa?'/><category term='Alaska'/><title type='text'>Spanish Pronto</title><subtitle type='html'>For anyone interested in learning a little more Spanish</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spanishpronto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1788663184662778232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpronto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris Marquardt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432817110194294666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788663184662778232.post-202648521729949560</id><published>2011-12-12T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T13:44:09.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me vas a hacer llorar</title><content type='html'>Just another of the many outstanding songs written (and performed) by el Buki Mayor, Marco Antonio Solís. Check out more of his songs, with lyrics and videos, at: &lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/marco-antonio-solis/"&gt;http://letras.terra.com.br/marco-antonio-solis/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dz6vmY9srW4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me vas a hacer llorar&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Yo quise en ti aprender lo que es amarse,&lt;/B&gt; (I wanted to learn, with you, what it's like to love,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Sin nada de egoísmos ni traiciones,&lt;/B&gt; (without any selfishness or betrayals,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Sentir la fuerza de dos corazones&lt;/B&gt; (to feel the strength of two hearts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Llegar hasta la senda del final.&lt;/B&gt; (making it all the way to the end of the trail.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Mas yo no sé que pasa (en este mundo/aquí en Santiago*).&lt;/B&gt; (But I don't know what's going on (in this world/here in Santiago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Parece que ya todo tiene un precio,&lt;/B&gt; (It seems as though everything now has a price,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Y yo lo que valía era tu desprecio,&lt;/B&gt; (And [you felt] what I merited was your disrespect,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Con el que hoy me das el golpe fatal.&lt;/B&gt; (With which, today, you deal me the fatal blow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;¡Qué lejos estás de donde están las cosas buenas!&lt;/B&gt; (How far you are from where [all] the good things are!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;¡Qué pena que todo para ti sea tan complejo!&lt;/B&gt; (What a shame, that you have to think everything is so complicated!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pregúntale en diez años a tu espejo,&lt;/B&gt; (Ask your mirror, ten years from now,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Si hay forma de comprar un buen amor.&lt;/B&gt; (If there's any way to buy a love that's true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Me dueles mucho, no puedo negarlo,&lt;/B&gt; (You are hurting me a lot, I can't deny it,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Y no me va a ser fácil olvidarte,&lt;/B&gt; (And it's not going to be easy for me to forget you,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Y si alguien te lastima en vez de amarte,&lt;/B&gt; (And if someone hurts you instead of loving you,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;De nuevo tú me vas a hacer llorar.&lt;/B&gt; (You are going to make me cry again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;¡Qué lejos estás de donde están las cosas buenas!&lt;/B&gt; (How far you are from where [all] the good things are!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;¡Qué pena que todo para ti sea tan complejo!&lt;/B&gt; (What a shame, that you have to think everything is so complicated!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pregúntale en diez años a tu espejo,&lt;/B&gt; (Ask your mirror, ten years from now,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Si hay forma de comprar un buen amor.&lt;/B&gt; (If there's any way to buy a love that's true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;¡Qué lejos estás de donde están las cosas buenas!&lt;/B&gt; (How far you are from where [all] the good things are!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;¡Qué pena que todo para ti sea tan complejo!&lt;/B&gt; (What a shame, that you have to think everything is so complicated!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pregúntale en diez años a tu espejo,&lt;/B&gt; (Ask your mirror, ten years from now,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Si hay forma de comprar un buen amor.&lt;/B&gt; (If there's any way to buy a love that's true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In this video the usual lyric "en este mundo" is changed to "aquí en Santiago" for this live performance in Santiago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song appears on this greatest hits album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=spanishpronto-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=B0000DZTW8&amp;ref=tf_til&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788663184662778232-202648521729949560?l=spanishpronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1788663184662778232/posts/default/202648521729949560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1788663184662778232/posts/default/202648521729949560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpronto.blogspot.com/2011/12/me-vas-hacer-llorar.html' title='Me vas a hacer llorar'/><author><name>Chris Marquardt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432817110194294666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Dz6vmY9srW4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788663184662778232.post-6794727708001641966</id><published>2011-12-08T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:55:07.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Villancicos (Christmas carols) #3 - Corrido navideño</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=spanishpronto-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=B004NNKW0I&amp;ref=qf_sp_asin_til&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN=TOP&gt;No video for this one, but it is a great song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Christmasy, and still very Mexican—or Texan, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you click on the amazon links, you can sample the songs on this album, or on the other albums below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;En un establo humilde y pobre,&lt;/B&gt; (In a poor, humble stable,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;En una noche oscura y fría,&lt;/B&gt; (On a cold, dark night,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Nació el Niño Jesucristo,&lt;/B&gt; (Was born the Child, Jesus Christ,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;De la Reina, la Virgen María.&lt;/B&gt; (of the Queen, the Virgin Mary.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;El aliento de los animales,&lt;/B&gt; (The animals' breath,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Dio calorcito para el Santo Niño.&lt;/B&gt; (Gave warmth to the Holy Child.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Su papá fue un carpintero,&lt;/B&gt; (His father was a carpenter,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;La mamá, virgencita y pura.&lt;/B&gt; (His mother, a young virgin, and pure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;La Palabra de Dios Encarnacido,&lt;/B&gt; (The Word of God Incarnate,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Aceptaron los Santo Novios.&lt;/B&gt; (The Holy Couple accepted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;No hay tan grande amor como este,&lt;/B&gt; (There is no greater love than this,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Servidores de raza humana.&lt;/B&gt; (Servants of the human race.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Una gran luz salió de los cielos,&lt;/B&gt; (A great light came out of the heavens,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Iluminó todo el santo pueblo.&lt;/B&gt; (It illuminated the whole holy village.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Y con eso llegaron tres reyes,&lt;/B&gt; (And then there appeared three kings,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Con incenso, mirra y oro,&lt;/B&gt; (With incense, myrrh, and gold,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Para alabar al rey infante,&lt;/B&gt; (To praise the infant king,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;El Hijo de Dios poderoso.&lt;/B&gt; (The Son of almighty God.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Que dicha de ser uno del los pastores,&lt;/B&gt; (How lucky to have been one of the shepherds,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Para haber estado allí esa noche,&lt;/B&gt; (To have been there that night,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pero en mis sueños y en mis pensamientos,&lt;/B&gt; (But in my dreams and in my thoughts,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Ofrezco todas mis oraciones,&lt;/B&gt; (I offer all my prayers,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Para paz y amor en la Tierra,&lt;/B&gt; (For peace and love on Earth,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;¡Y feliz Navidad a todo el mundo!&lt;/B&gt; (and a merry Christmas to all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group, Brave Combo, also does the only version of "Little Drummer Boy" I can stand. I actually enjoy it, and I hate that song! Lots of other stuff on here for anyone looking for slightly off-kilter Christmas songs. A very energetic samba version of "O, Christmas Tree," for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, although it has nothing to do with Spanish, the Barenaked Ladies Christmas album is also a great one. Dr. Demento is great if you want to go truly weird. Merry Christmas, Baby, is probably the best Christmas album I ever bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=spanishpronto-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=B004NNKW0I&amp;ref=qf_sp_asin_til&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=spanishpronto-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=B0043X8FQ6&amp;ref=tf_til&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=spanishpronto-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=B00000348G&amp;ref=tf_til&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=spanishpronto-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=B005UWFZWQ&amp;ref=tf_til&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788663184662778232-6794727708001641966?l=spanishpronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1788663184662778232/posts/default/6794727708001641966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1788663184662778232/posts/default/6794727708001641966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpronto.blogspot.com/2011/12/villancicos-christmas-carols-3-corrido.html' title='Villancicos (Christmas carols) #3 - Corrido navideño'/><author><name>Chris Marquardt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432817110194294666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788663184662778232.post-9038819021639292351</id><published>2011-12-08T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T19:29:43.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Villancicos (Christmas carols) #2 - Arre, borriquito</title><content type='html'>Another Christmas song you may not have heard yet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kE3vPbxdbDI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Tengo puesto un nacimiento,&lt;/B&gt; (I have put up a nativity,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;En un rincón de mi casa,&lt;/B&gt; (In a corner of my house,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Con pastores y pastoras&lt;/B&gt; (With boy and girl shepherds,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Y un palacio en la montaña.&lt;/B&gt; (And a palace on the mountain.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Allí vive el rey Herodes,&lt;/B&gt; (There lives King Herod,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Allí viven sus soldados,&lt;/B&gt; (There live his soldiers,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Todos están esperando,&lt;/B&gt; (Everyone is waiting,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Que lleguen los Reyes Magos.&lt;/B&gt; (For the Wise Men to come.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Arre, borriquito, arre, burro, arre,&lt;/B&gt; (Giddy-up, little donkey, giddy-up, donkey, giddy-up,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Anda más de prisa, que llegamos tarde.&lt;/B&gt; (Go faster, because we are going to be late.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Arre, borriquito, vamos a Belén,&lt;/B&gt; (Giddy-up, little donkey, let's go to Bethlehem,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Que mañana es fiesta y al otro también.&lt;/B&gt; (Because tomorrow is a holiday, and the next day, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;En el cielo hay una estrella,&lt;/B&gt; (In the sky there is a star,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Que a los Reyes Magos guía,&lt;/B&gt; (That guides the Wise Men,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Hacia Belén para ver a Dios, hijo de María.&lt;/B&gt; (Towards Bethlehem to see God, the son of María.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Cuando pasan los monarcas,&lt;/B&gt; (When the kings [i.e., the Wise Men] pass by,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Sale la gente al camino,&lt;/B&gt; (The people come out to the road,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Alegre se va con ellos,&lt;/B&gt; (Happily they go with them,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Para ver al tierno Niño.&lt;/B&gt; (To see the sweet Child).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Arre, borriquito, arre, burro, arre,&lt;/B&gt; (Giddy-up, little donkey, giddy-up, donkey, giddy-up,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Anda más de prisa, que llegamos tarde.&lt;/B&gt; (Go faster, because we are going to be late.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Arre, borriquito, vamos a Belén,&lt;/B&gt; (Giddy-up, little donkey, let's go to Bethlehem,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Que mañana es fiesta y al otro también.&lt;/B&gt; (Because tomorrow is a holiday, and the next day, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Hacia el portal de Belén,&lt;/B&gt; (Towards the stable of Bethlehem,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Se dirige un pastorcito,&lt;/B&gt; (Heads a little shepherd,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Cantando de esta manera,&lt;/B&gt; (Singing like this,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Para alegrar el camino.&lt;/B&gt; (To be happy as he walks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;"Ha nacido el niño Dios,&lt;/B&gt; ("God the Child has been born,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;En un portal miserable,&lt;/B&gt; (In a poor stable,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Para enseñar a los hombres&lt;/B&gt; (To teach men)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;La humildad de su linaje".&lt;/B&gt; (The humbleness of his lineage.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Arre, borriquito, arre, burro, arre,&lt;/B&gt; (Giddy-up, little donkey, giddy-up, donkey, giddy-up,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Anda más de prisa, que llegamos tarde.&lt;/B&gt; (Go faster, because we are going to be late.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Arre, borriquito, vamos a Belén,&lt;/B&gt; (Giddy-up, little donkey, let's go to Bethlehem,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Que mañana es fiesta y al otro también.&lt;/B&gt; (Because tomorrow is a holiday, and the next day, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Arre, borriquito, arre, burro, arre,&lt;/B&gt; (Giddy-up, little donkey, giddy-up, donkey, giddy-up,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Anda más de prisa, que llegamos tarde.&lt;/B&gt; (Go faster, because we are going to be late.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Arre, borriquito, vamos a Belén,&lt;/B&gt; (Giddy-up, little donkey, let's go to Bethlehem,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Que mañana es fiesta y al otro también.&lt;/B&gt; (Because tomorrow is a holiday, and the next day, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Arre, borriquito, arre, burro, arre,&lt;/B&gt; (Giddy-up, little donkey, giddy-up, donkey, giddy-up,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Anda más de prisa, que llegamos tarde.&lt;/B&gt; (Go faster, because we are going to be late.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Arre, borriquito, vamos a Belén,&lt;/B&gt; (Giddy-up, little donkey, let's go to Bethlehem,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Que mañana es fiesta y al otro también.&lt;/B&gt; (Because tomorrow is a holiday, and the next day, too.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788663184662778232-9038819021639292351?l=spanishpronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1788663184662778232/posts/default/9038819021639292351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1788663184662778232/posts/default/9038819021639292351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpronto.blogspot.com/2011/12/villancicos-christmas-carols-2-arre.html' title='Villancicos (Christmas carols) #2 - Arre, borriquito'/><author><name>Chris Marquardt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432817110194294666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kE3vPbxdbDI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788663184662778232.post-815962677707376970</id><published>2011-12-08T18:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:31:48.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Villancicos (Christmas carols) #1 - Los peces en el río</title><content type='html'>I have to admit to not quite getting this one, but it is a pretty song, and definitely not one that English speakers are familiar with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wdUohI1-Qsg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;La Virgen se está peinando,&lt;/B&gt; (The Virgin is combing her hair,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Entre cortina y cortina.&lt;/B&gt; (Between one curtain and another.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Los cabellos son de oro,&lt;/B&gt; (Her hair is made of gold,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Y el peine de plata fina.&lt;/B&gt; (And her comb, of fine silver.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;La Virgen se está peinando,&lt;/B&gt; (The Virgin is combing her hair,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Entre cortina y cortina.&lt;/B&gt; (Between one curtain and another.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Los cabellos son de oro,&lt;/B&gt; (Her hair is made of gold,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Y el peine de plata fina.&lt;/B&gt; (And her comb, of fine silver.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pero mira como beben los peces en el río,&lt;/B&gt; (But see how the fish in the river are drinking,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pero mira como beben por ver a Dios nacido.&lt;/B&gt; (But see how they are drinking, because they saw that God was born.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Beben y beben y vuelven a beber,&lt;/B&gt; (They drink and they drink and they drink again,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Los peces en río por ver a Dios nacer.&lt;/B&gt; (The fish in the river, because they saw God being born.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;La Virgen está lavando,&lt;/B&gt; (The Virgin is doing her washing,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Y tendiendo en el romero.&lt;/B&gt; (And hanging it on the rosemary bush).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Los angelitos cantando,&lt;/B&gt; (The precious angels, singing,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Y el romero floreciendo.&lt;/B&gt; (And the rosemary, flowering.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pero mira como beben los peces en el río,&lt;/B&gt; (But see how the fish in the river are drinking,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pero mira como beben por ver a Dios nacido.&lt;/B&gt; (But see how they are drinking, because they saw that God was born.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Beben y beben y vuelven a beber,&lt;/B&gt; (They drink and they drink and they drink again,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Los peces en río por ver a Dios nacer.&lt;/B&gt; (The fish in the river, because they saw God being born.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;La Virgen se está peinando,&lt;/B&gt; (The Virgin is combing her hair,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Entre cortina y cortina.&lt;/B&gt; (Between one curtain and another.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Los cabellos son de oro,&lt;/B&gt; (Her hair is made of gold,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Y el peine de plata fina.&lt;/B&gt; (And her comb, of fine silver.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pero mira como beben los peces en el río,&lt;/B&gt; (But see how the fish in the river are drinking,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pero mira como beben por ver a Dios nacido.&lt;/B&gt; (But see how they are drinking, because they saw that God was born.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Beben y beben y vuelven a beber,&lt;/B&gt; (They drink and they drink and they drink again,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Los peces en río por ver a Dios nacer.&lt;/B&gt; (The fish in the river, because they saw God being born.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pero mira como beben los peces en el río,&lt;/B&gt; (But see how the fish in the river are drinking,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pero mira como beben por ver a Dios nacido.&lt;/B&gt; (But see how they are drinking, because they saw that God was born.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Beben y beben y vuelven a beber,&lt;/B&gt; (They drink and they drink and they drink again,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Los peces en río por ver a Dios nacer.&lt;/B&gt; (The fish in the river, because they saw God being born.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788663184662778232-815962677707376970?l=spanishpronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1788663184662778232/posts/default/815962677707376970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1788663184662778232/posts/default/815962677707376970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpronto.blogspot.com/2011/12/villancicos-christmas-carols-1-los.html' title='Villancicos (Christmas carols) #1 - Los peces en el río'/><author><name>Chris Marquardt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432817110194294666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wdUohI1-Qsg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788663184662778232.post-3191785191502105397</id><published>2010-08-29T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:29:26.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who cares?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thalía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subjunctive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='¿A quién le importa?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinarama'/><title type='text'>¿A quién le importa?</title><content type='html'>In the same "A.M.: Antes del mediodía" interview of Alaska (see previous posts), I was surprised to learn that Alaska, with her band Dinarama, was the original performer of "¿A quién le importa?," a song I always enjoyed as performed by Mexican superstar Thalía in the following video. One identical song, two very different videos, both presented below with translated lyrics for your Spanish learning pleasure. (Memorizing songs you like is one of the best ways to learn any language--and to remember what you learn for forever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an important side note, Thalía and Alaska are both very talented artists and, therefore, well worth checking out (and buying music from). : &amp;nbsp; ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jCPxq9gjzWs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jCPxq9gjzWs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A QUIÉN LE IMPORTA?&lt;/span&gt; (Who cares?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;La gente me señala.&lt;/span&gt; (People point me out.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me apunta con el dedo.&lt;/span&gt; (They point at me with their fingers.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Susurra a mis espaldas&lt;/span&gt; (They talk behind my back)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Y a mí me importa un bledo.&lt;/span&gt; (And it doesn't bother me one bit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿Qué más me da,&lt;/span&gt; (What does it matter to me,)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Si soy distinta a ellos?&lt;/span&gt; (If I am different from them?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No soy de nadie;&lt;/span&gt; (I don't belong to anyone;)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No tengo dueño.&lt;/span&gt; (Nobody owns me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yo sé que me critica.&lt;/span&gt;  (I know that they criticize me.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me consta que me odia.&lt;/span&gt; (It's clear that they hate me.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;La envidia les corroe.&lt;/span&gt; (Their envy eats at them.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mi vida les agobia.&lt;/span&gt; (My life really gets to them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿Por qué será?&lt;/span&gt; (Why should that be?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yo no tengo la culpa.&lt;/span&gt; (It's not my fault.) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mis circunstancias les insultan.&lt;/span&gt; (My circumstances insult them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mi destino es el que yo decido,&lt;/span&gt; (My destiny is the one that &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; choose,)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;El que yo elijo para mí.&lt;/span&gt; (The one that &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; choose for myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo haga?&lt;/span&gt; (Who cares what I do?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo diga?&lt;/span&gt; (Who cares what I say?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yo soy así y así seguiré.&lt;/span&gt; (That's how I am and that's how I'll stay.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nunca cambiaré.&lt;/span&gt; (I'll never change.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo haga?&lt;/span&gt; (Who cares what I do?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo diga?&lt;/span&gt; (Who cares what I say?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yo soy así y así seguiré.&lt;/span&gt; (That's how I am and that's how I'll stay.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nunca cambiaré.&lt;/span&gt; (I'll never change.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quizá la culpa es mía,&lt;/span&gt; (Perhaps it's my fault,)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Por no seguir la norma.&lt;/span&gt; (For not following the rules.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ya es demasiado tarde,&lt;/span&gt; (It's already too late,)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Para cambiar ahora.&lt;/span&gt; ([For me] to change now.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me mantendré firme en mis convicciones;&lt;/span&gt; (I will hold firm to my beliefs;)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reforzaré mis posiciones.&lt;/span&gt; (I will reinforce my views.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mi destino es el que yo decido,&lt;/span&gt; (My destiny is the one that &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; choose,)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;El que yo elijo para mí.&lt;/span&gt; (The one that &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; choose for myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo haga?&lt;/span&gt; (Who cares what I do?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo diga?&lt;/span&gt; (Who cares what I say?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yo soy así y así seguiré.&lt;/span&gt; (That's how I am and that's how I'll stay.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nunca cambiaré.&lt;/span&gt; (I'll never change.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo haga?&lt;/span&gt; (Who cares what I do?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo diga?&lt;/span&gt; (Who cares what I say?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yo soy así y así seguiré.&lt;/span&gt; (That's how I am and that's how I'll stay.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nunca cambiaré.&lt;/span&gt; (I'll never change.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yo soy así y así seguiré.&lt;/span&gt; (That's how I am and that's how I'll stay.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(¡Así seguiré!)&lt;/span&gt; [That's how I'll stay!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo haga?&lt;/span&gt; (Who cares what I do?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo diga?&lt;/span&gt; (Who cares what I say?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yo soy así (¡así!) y así seguiré (¡así!).&lt;/span&gt; (That's how I am [like that!] and that's how I'll stay [like that!])&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nunca cambiaré.&lt;/span&gt; (I will never change.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo haga?&lt;/span&gt; (Who cares what I do?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo diga?&lt;/span&gt; (Who cares what I say?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yo soy así y así seguiré.&lt;/span&gt; (That's how I am and that's how I'll stay.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nunca cambiaré.&lt;/span&gt; (I'll never change.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/paccyHqIAoo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/paccyHqIAoo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A QUIÉN LE IMPORTA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;La gente me señala.&lt;/span&gt; [Notice that "la gente," singular in Spanish = "people," which is plural in English.]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me apunta con el dedo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Susurra a mis espaldas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Y a mí me importa un bledo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿Qué más me da,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Si soy distinta a ellos?&lt;/span&gt; [Guys wanting to sing this song will want to change "distinta" to "distinto."]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No soy de nadie;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No tengo dueño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yo sé que me critica.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me consta que me odia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;La envidia les corroe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mi vida les agobia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿Por qué será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yo no tengo la culpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mis circunstancias les insultan.&lt;/span&gt; ["Z"s and soft "c"s are pronounced like "th" by Alaska and many other Spaniards: "thircunstanthias"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mi destino es el que yo decido,&lt;/span&gt; ["dethido"]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;El que yo elijo para mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo haga?&lt;/span&gt; ["What I (may) do (in the future)" is still "up in the air" (undecided, unknown, undefined) so "haga," the subjunctive form of HACER (to do), is used.]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo diga?&lt;/span&gt; ["What I (may) say (in the future)" also subjunctive, so "diga," from DECIR (to say).]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yo soy así y así seguiré.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nunca cambiaré.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo haga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo diga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yo soy así y así seguiré.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nunca cambiaré.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quizá la culpa es mía,&lt;/span&gt; ["quithá"]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Por no seguir la norma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ya es demasiado tarde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Para cambiar ahora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me mantendré firme en mis convicciones;&lt;/span&gt; ["convicthiones"]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reforzaré mis posiciones.&lt;/span&gt; ["refortharé", "posithiones"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mi destino es el que yo decido,&lt;/span&gt; ["dethido"]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;El que yo elijo para mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo haga? (ju ju ju ju ju)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo diga? (ju ju ju ju ju)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yo soy así y así seguiré.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nunca cambiaré.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Aaaaaa...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo haga? (ju ju ju ju ju) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo diga? (ju ju ju ju ju)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yo soy así (ju) y así seguiré.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nunca cambiaré.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Aaaaaa...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(ju ju ju ju ju)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo haga? (ju ju ju ju ju)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¿A quién le importa lo que yo diga? (ju ju ju ju ju)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788663184662778232-3191785191502105397?l=spanishpronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1788663184662778232/posts/default/3191785191502105397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1788663184662778232/posts/default/3191785191502105397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpronto.blogspot.com/2010/08/quien-le-importa.html' title='¿A quién le importa?'/><author><name>Chris Marquardt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432817110194294666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788663184662778232.post-854561265946464568</id><published>2010-04-17T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:39:16.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marco antonio solís'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recuerdos tristeza y soledad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Recuerdos, tristeza y soledad (by Marco Antono Solís)</title><content type='html'>Like so many of Marco Antonio Solís's songs, here is yet another that is both beautiful poetry and beautifully sung! My apologies to anyone who finds these lyrics a little too painful at the moment. I know just how you feel. Hang in there! :  ) (As for the rest of you, I hope you will pay attention and learn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7gF9l3lBR8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7gF9l3lBR8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nos faltó tiempo&lt;/span&gt; (We didn't have time)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Para decirnos "Te quiero".&lt;/span&gt; (to tell each other "I love you.")&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O, más bien, se nos olvidó,&lt;/span&gt; (Or, rather, we forgot to,)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Siendo sinceros.&lt;/span&gt; (if we are going to be truthful about it.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Y nunca una flor,&lt;/span&gt; (And never a flower,)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ni un verso de amor&lt;/span&gt; (nor a love poem,)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ni un día con otro color.&lt;/span&gt; (nor a day that was different from any other.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hoy sobra tiempo&lt;/span&gt; (Now there is plenty of time)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sólo para arrepentirnos.&lt;/span&gt; (only for us to have regrets.) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¡Cuánta ansiedad&lt;/span&gt; (So much anxiety)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Por nada ya poder decirnos!&lt;/span&gt; (from no longer having anything we can say to each other!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¡Qué lluvia sin paz!&lt;/span&gt;  (What a rain without end!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¡Qué cosas de más!&lt;/span&gt;  (What trivial things!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¡Qué duro saber&lt;/span&gt; (How difficult it is knowing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Que no estás!&lt;/span&gt;  (that you are not here!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fuimos cayendo, poco a poco,&lt;/span&gt; (We were falling, ever so slowly,)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;En la rutina cruel,&lt;/span&gt; (into cruel routine,)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Al ritmo crudo&lt;/span&gt; (to the crude rhythm)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;De este mundo de papel.&lt;/span&gt; (of this worthless world.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¡Cuántas cosas vanas!&lt;/span&gt;  (So many empty things!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¡Cuánta prisa!&lt;/span&gt;  (Such a hurry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¡Qué desierto y sed&lt;/span&gt; (What a desert and thirst)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fue nuestra piel!&lt;/span&gt;  (was our skin!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Volaron lejos,&lt;/span&gt;  (They flew far away,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ya cansadas,&lt;/span&gt;  (tired already,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;De tanto esperar,&lt;/span&gt;  (of waiting so long,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Las ilusiones&lt;/span&gt; (the dreams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Que no pudimos lograr.&lt;/span&gt;  (that we were unable to fulfill.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ésta es la verdad,&lt;/span&gt; (This is the truth,)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nuestro destino:&lt;/span&gt; (our destiny:)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Recuerdos,&lt;/span&gt; (memories,)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tristeza y soledad.&lt;/span&gt; (sadness, and loneliness).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788663184662778232-854561265946464568?l=spanishpronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1788663184662778232/posts/default/854561265946464568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1788663184662778232/posts/default/854561265946464568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpronto.blogspot.com/2010/04/recuerdos-tristeza-y-soledad-by-marco.html' title='Recuerdos, tristeza y soledad (by Marco Antono Solís)'/><author><name>Chris Marquardt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432817110194294666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788663184662778232.post-6912778728003348465</id><published>2009-11-20T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:28:19.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi novio es un zombie</title><content type='html'>Without meaning to look for anything related to the previous post, an appearance by the singer Alaska on an Argentinean morning talk show ("A.M.") led me from one thing to another, and then to this video of "My Boyfriend Is a Zombie," which Alaska did in 1989. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics, with English translation, follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is worth noting that in Latin America, zombie would be pronounced "SOHM-bee," but in Spain is often pronounced "THOHM-bee," as it is in this video (Latin America: video "bee-DAY-oh"; Spain: vídeo "BEE-day-oh"):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kA5Eu14vvGc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kA5Eu14vvGc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi novio es un zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sus dientes no son blancos; sólo tiene tres. (His teeth are not white; he only has three)&lt;br /&gt;Su piel es transparente y verde a la vez. (His skin is transparent, and green at the same time)&lt;br /&gt;Sus ojos amarillos me hacen enloquecer. (His yellow eyes drive me crazy)&lt;br /&gt;Tiene algo ese chico y yo no sé qué es. (That boy has something, and I do not know what it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos inseparables, (We are inseparable)&lt;br /&gt;y veo muy probable (and I consider it very likely)&lt;br /&gt;llevarle al altar. ([that I will] take him to the altar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre viste de blanco (He always dresses in white)&lt;br /&gt;y le sienta muy bien. (and it looks really good on him)&lt;br /&gt;Nunca lleva zapatos; (He never wears shoes)&lt;br /&gt;él sabrá por qué. (only he knows why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos inseparables. (We are inseparable)&lt;br /&gt;Ya conoce a mis padres. (He has already met my parents)&lt;br /&gt;Él es feliz y yo soy feliz. (He is happy and I am happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi novio es un zombie. (My boyfriend is a zombie)&lt;br /&gt;Es un muerto viviente (He is the living dead)&lt;br /&gt;que volvió del otro mundo (who came back from the other world)&lt;br /&gt;para estar conmigo. (to be with me)&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida ya tiene sentido. (My life has meaning now)&lt;br /&gt;Recuperé el amor perdido, (I recovered my lost love)&lt;br /&gt;intacto pero podrido. (intact but rotten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sus ojos amarillos me hacen enloquecer (His yellow eyes drive me crazy)&lt;br /&gt;tiene algo ese chico y yo no sé que es. (That boy has something, and I do not know what it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces pienso que no puede ser, (Sometimes I think it cannot be true)&lt;br /&gt;pero yo sé que nadie me separará de él. (but I know that no one will separate me from him)&lt;br /&gt;Está muerto, aunque lo niegue. (He is dead, even though he will deny it)&lt;br /&gt;Él es un zombi, pero me quiere. (He is a zombie, but he loves me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos inseparables. (We are inseparable)&lt;br /&gt;Ya conoce a mis padres. (He has already met my parents)&lt;br /&gt;Él es feliz y yo soy feliz. (He is happy and I am happy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi novio es un zombi. (My boyfriend is a zombie)&lt;br /&gt;Es un muerto viviente (He is the living dead)&lt;br /&gt;que volvió del otro mundo (who came back from the other world)&lt;br /&gt;para estar conmigo. (to be with me)&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida ya tiene sentido. (My life has meaning now)&lt;br /&gt;Recuperé el amor perdido, (I recovered my lost love)&lt;br /&gt;intacto pero podrido. (intact but rotten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi novio es un zombi. (My boyfriend is a zombie)&lt;br /&gt;Es un muerto viviente (He is the living dead)&lt;br /&gt;que volvió del otro mundo (who came back from the other world)&lt;br /&gt;para estar conmigo. (to be with me)&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida ya tiene sentido. (My life has meaning now)&lt;br /&gt;Recuperé el amor perdido, (I recovered my lost love)&lt;br /&gt;intacto pero podrido. (intact but rotten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi novio es un zombie. (My boyfriend is a zombie)&lt;br /&gt;Mi novio es un zombie. (My boyfriend is a zombie)&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (Oh oh oh...)&lt;br /&gt;uh ou uh ou&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;uh ou uh ou&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On A.M., Alaska performed a much more modern song, "Más es más,"  about living a life full of style, excess, and all that is artificial, off of her recent Fangoria album "Absolutamente": &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOegVjtpm2o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOegVjtpm2o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788663184662778232-6912778728003348465?l=spanishpronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1788663184662778232/posts/default/6912778728003348465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1788663184662778232/posts/default/6912778728003348465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/mi-novio-es-un-zombie.html' title='Mi novio es un zombie'/><author><name>Chris Marquardt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432817110194294666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1788663184662778232.post-2399245749363373300</id><published>2009-11-01T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:19:10.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zombie walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costa rica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zombies'/><title type='text'>CAUTION! ZOMBIES! AHEAD!!!</title><content type='html'>One of the cool things about knowing another language is that it opens up a whole new part of the world to you, an alternative way of seeing things, an opportunity to experience something new and different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times, however, it just helps you appreciate more fully how much we all have in common, such as this story from today's edition of the San Jos&amp;eacute;, Costa Rica paper La Nación:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Zombies atacaron anoche a San José&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read that right, "Zombies attacked San José last night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;EM&gt;En el recorrido, del Morazán a la Plaza de la Cultura y luego hasta Barrio La California, la misión fue la misma: asustar al transeúnte josefino sin golpes ni mordiscos.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the route, from Morazán Park to the Plaza de la Cultura and then to the La California Neighborhood, the mission was the same: frighten San José residents who were passing by, without [resorting to] hits or bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the full story and a few pictures at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.nacion.com/viva/2009/noviembre/01/viva2144965.html"&gt;http://www.nacion.com/viva/2009/noviembre/01/viva2144965.html&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! &amp;iexcl;Que lo disfruten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The title of this post comes from the detour sign hacked in Austin, Texas, earlier this year: &lt;A HREF="http://www.statesman.com/blogs/content/shared-gen/blogs/austin/austin/entries/2009/01/28/sign_hacker_broadcasts_zombie.html"&gt;http://www.statesman.com/blogs/content/shared-gen/blogs/austin/austin/entries/2009/01/28/sign_hacker_broadcasts_zombie.html&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1788663184662778232-2399245749363373300?l=spanishpronto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1788663184662778232/posts/default/2399245749363373300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1788663184662778232/posts/default/2399245749363373300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spanishpronto.blogspot.com/2009/11/caution-zombies-ahead.html' title='CAUTION! 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