Sweet Sadness, Caetano Veloso- Cucurrucu Paloma

Cucur­ru­cucú Paloma

Dicen que por las noches
no más se le iba en puro llorar;
dicen que no comía,
no más se le iba en puro tomar.
Juran que el mis­mo cielo
se estremecía al oír su llanto,
cómo sufrió por ella,
que has­ta en su muerte la fue llamando:
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay cantaba,
ay, ay, ay, ay, ay gemía,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay cantaba,
de pasión mor­tal moría.
Que una palo­ma triste
muy de mañana le va a cantar
a la casita sola
con sus puer­ti­tas de par en par;
juran que esa paloma
no es otra cosa más que su alma,
que todavía espera a que regrese la desdichada.
Cucur­ru­cucú palo­ma, cucur­ru­cucú no llores.
Las piedras jamás, paloma,
¿qué van a saber de amores?
Cucur­ru­cucú, cucurrucucú,
cucur­ru­cucú, cucurrucucú,
cucur­ru­cucú, palo­ma, ya no le llores.

— rough eng­lish translation

Coo… Coo…’’ Dove

They say that every night
he was whol­ly over­tak­en by tears;
They say he nev­er ate, but only drank.

They swear that even the heavens
trem­bled to hear his wail,
he suf­fered for her so,
that even in death, he nev­er stopped call­ing for her:

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,” he sang,
“Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,” he howled,
“Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,” he sang,
tor­ment­ed by a fatal pas­sion. They say that in ear­ly morning
a sad dove sings to the lit­tle emp­ty house
with its wide open lit­tle doors. They swear that the dove
is none oth­er than his spirit,
hop­ing still for the return
of the ill-fat­ed woman “Coo… coo…”
Dove,
”Coo… coo…”
don’t weep.
What will these stones ever know, lit­tle dove,
of love?
“Coo… coo… coo… coo…
coo… coo… coo…coo…
coo… coo…”
Lit­tle dove, do not weep anymore.

Music Tuesday : I’m Losing You.

Have always loved this song. Dou­ble Fan­ta­sy is a fab­u­lous album. Enjoy your tuesday.

John Lennon — I´m los­ing you

Here in some stranger’s room
Late in the afternoon
What am I doing here at all?
Ain’t no doubt about it
I’m los­ing you
I’m los­ing you

Some­how the wires got crossed
Com­mu­ni­ca­tion’s lost
Can’t even get you on the telephone
Just got to shout about it
I’m los­ing you
I’m los­ing you

Well, here in the val­ley of indecision
I don’t know what to do
I feel you slip­ping away
I feel you slip­ping away
I’m los­ing you
I’m los­ing you

Well now, you say you’re not get­ting enough
But I remind you of all that bad, bad, bad stuff
So what the hell am I sup­posed to do?
Just put a bandaid on it?
And stop the bleed­ing now
Stop the bleed­ing now

I’m los­ing you
I’m los­ing you
Well, well, well

I know I hurt you then
But hell, that was way back when
Well, do you still have to car­ry that cross? (drop it)
Don’t want to hear about it
I’m los­ing you
I’m los­ing you
Don’t want to lose you now
Welllllllll!
So long ago

Thunderstorms caught making antimatter by Fermi Gamma-ray Telescope

Just saw this news today. Guess that’s what you call an atmos­pher­ic disturbance.

from New Scientist:
Thun­der­storms emit gam­ma rays, known as ter­res­tri­al gam­ma ray flash­es (TGFs), although what caus­es them is still a mys­tery. While observ­ing these flash­es, Fer­mi also detect­ed a sep­a­rate set of gam­ma rays with an ener­gy of 511 kilo­elec­tron­volts. These rays were pro­duced when a bar­rage of positrons struck the space­craft’s detec­tors and were anni­hi­lat­ed by mak­ing con­tact with elec­trons there.

Resentment and Union Breaking

Leav­ing work­ers hang­ing out to dry helps cre­ate ani­mos­i­ty for union work­ers. All part of the “shrink­ing” of gov­ern­ment the Repub­li­cans cre­ate hatred for work­ers in unions who have bar­gain­ing pow­er. The union work­ers have bar­gained for the things every work­er wants and are demo­nized for secur­ing those things, espe­cial­ly pen­sions. It’s dis­gust­ing. And it’s how one cit­i­zen turns against anoth­er. It’s the next log­i­cal step after blam­ing undoc­u­ment­ed immi­grants. These are ugly times.