love

me n' the Samster

Jano + Sami

deliciousness cooked by our Italian friend who was here for a visit last week


abandoned monastery on the top of a cliff


odd, vaguely arabic-looking sanctuary built to honor the Virgin of Cabo Espichel who saved fishermen by calming a storm from the cliffside. also, she was dressed in white and riding a burro. hmm..

walking in the steps of the ancient ones

I have a sleeping puppy on my lap. That's your cue to go *aawww*

In other news, today I walked above the clouds, above the sea. And I sat in the footprint of a dinosaur to watch the sunset.

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And today is a good day to translate the poem from before:


POORNESS, Eduardo Galeano

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who have no time to waste time.

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who haven't silence and cannot buy it.

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who have legs that have forgotten how to walk,
like the wings of chickens who have forgotten how to fly.

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who eat garbage and pay money for it as if it were food.

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who have the right to breath shit,
as if it were air, without paying anything for it.

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who have no more freedom than to choose between one channel and another on the television.

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who live passionate dramas with machines.

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who are always many and are always alone.

Poor,
is what the poor say,
they are those who know not that they are poor.

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translation from the original in Spanish by Lindsy Glick 2010
traducción del original por Lindsy Glick 2010

poem.

Guys this poem is awesome. I'll translate it another day, for those of you who don't follow the español. Its about those who are classified as living in poverty ("developing countries") saying that the reverse is true--"those who call us poor are the poor ones." I'll leave it at that for now.

POBREZAS, Eduardo Galeano

Pobres,
lo que se dice pobres,
son los que no tienen tiempo para perder el tiempo.

Pobres,
lo que se dice pobres,
son los que no tienen silencio ni pueden comprarlo.

Pobres,
lo que se dice pobres,
son los que tienen piernas que se han olvidado de caminar,
como las alas de las gallinas se han olvidado de volar.

Pobres,
lo que se dice pobres,
son los que comen basura y pagan por ella como si fuese comida.

Pobres,
lo que se dice pobres,
son los que tienen el derecho de respirar mierda,
como si fuera aire, sin pagar nada por ella.

Pobres,
lo que se dice pobres
son los que no tienen más libertad de elegir entre uno y otro canal de televisión.

Pobres,
lo que se dice pobres,
son los que viven dramas pasionales con las máquinas.

Pobres,
lo que se dice pobres,
son los que son siempre muchos y están siempre solos.

Pobres,
lo que se dice pobres,
son los que no saben que son pobres.