Thursday, February 25, 2010

Piropos!




For all you love birds out there who want to take your poetic ramblings to the next level in the romantic Spanish lengua, or you just want a good laugh!, enjoy these Piropos! (By definition, a piropo is a friendly Spanish compliment, flattery or a flirtatious remark. Also seen as street poetry that men say as a beautiful lady passes.)

Quisiera ser tus lágrimas para nacer en tus ojos, recorrer tu cara y morir en tu boca.
I would like to be a tear to be born in your eyes, to run down your face and die in your mouth.

No importa ser esclavo si fueras mi dueña.
It wouldn’t matter to be a slave, as long as you were my master.

Tantos años de ser jardinero y nunca había visto una flor más hermoso que tú.
All these years working as a gardener and I have never seen a flower more beautiful than you.


Bienadventurados los borrachos, porque ellos te verán dos veces.
Drunks are lucky since they see you twice.

No camines al sol, que te vas a derretir.
Don’t walk under the sun or you will melt like a piece of candy.

Si tu cuerpo fuera carcel y tus brazos cadenas, sería un bonito sitio para cumplir mi condena.
If your body was a jail and your arms chains, it would be nice to serve time in jail.

Vos con esas curves y yo sin frenos!
You with curves and me without brakes!



Joural entry 2-15-10

"Tranquilo. Calm down. That’s three times in the past 3 days that someone’s told me to calm down. Relax. It’s the American in me. It’s the control freak in me when I feel like things are out of my control. Or like tonight when I feel like I have to explain why the computer takes 3-4 mins to boot up and feel the need to apologize for it.

I’m apologizing according to my instant-access worldview where everything is constantly available at my fingertips, and how dare it not be? “Tico time” is a phrase often used here. Costa Rican time. Latino time. It’s a novelty and enjoyable the first few weeks when you feel you’re in vacation mode. Then week three kicks in and the novelty fades to an alternate way of life, which tends to clash with the American in me. Dinner? When its ready. Plans? Not really. Stuff to be done? Sure. Always. By when? Not sure. Can’t drive? No car? Walk. Take the bus with everyone else. See your neighbors there.

No problem. Don’t worry. No army. (Since 1948) They’re a people of peace. Of friendship. They’re Tolkein’s “Hobbits” of the Latin culture. (With the Irish being that of the European culture.) Don’t stress.

But what if I want to stress? What if I want to constantly be doing something? To feel good about my existence here on this planet? To feel like I have something to show for it? Why can’t I just be?

My name is Cher, and I’m addicted to stress. Being here is like going through detox. Incredibly tranquil surroundings give way to rest, recoup, and recharge. And somehow I find some way to fight even this.

So many things are out of my control. I have no phone, no car, no control over how quickly I learn this language or how others feel about me. But what do I have? A heart that loves, people who are beyond gracious, a culture that embraces me, a smile, a hug, a kiss, a smart brain, a God who moves, saves, and hears. Amigos. Compañeros. A purpose. To love and be loved. To rest and offer rest. To serve and be served. To grow and encourage growth in others.

I have the Spirit of Peace to place my trust in. All I need to do is ask.

“…Peace be with you…” from Jesus to his disciples when they had many fears. Jn 20:19

This is a wonderful place with wonderful people. I appreciate so much how it’s challenging me and growing me into the woman God dreams me to be.



He knows where the path will go. He is faithful to meet you there.

“The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me; your love, O Lord, endures forever…”
“El Señor cumplirá en mí su propósito. Tu gran amor, Señor, perdura para siempre…”

-Psalms/Salmos 138:8



The river of God is always here, with us. We may not where it comes from or where it goes, but it is always with us, always changing, and yet always the same. Strong and loud at times, and yet still and quiet at others.