GUZMAN1 Poetry (17)

Siete modos de gizados
se gizá la merenjena
la primera de la gizá
es la vava de Elena
ya la aze vokadikos
i la mete´n una zena
ista komida la yaman
comida de merenjena

A mi tio Zerasi
ke le agrada vever vino,
kon el vino vino vino
muxo i vien a el vino

La segunda ke la gisa
es la mujer del Shamas
la kavaka por adientro
i la inxi d´aromat
ista komida la yaman
la komida la dolmá

La trazerá que la gisa
es mi prima Ester de Chiote
la kavaka por adientro
i la inxi dárroz moti
ista komida la yaman
la komida lalondrote.

La alburnia es zaborida
en kolor y en golor
ven aremos una zena
mos gozaremos los dos
antes ke venga el gosano
i le kite la sabor

En las mezas de las fiestas
siempre briya el jandrajo
ya l´azemos pastelikos,
eyos briyan en los platos
asperando a ser zervidos
con los güevos jaminados.

La salata maljasina
es pastoza i zaborida,
mi vezina la prepara
con muxo azeite de oliva,
istos platos akompanyan
a los rostros de gayinas.

La setena que la gize
es mejor y mas janina
la prepara Filisti,
la hijà de la vezina
ya la mete nel forno
de kaveza à la kozina
kon azeite y kon pimienta
ya la yama una meyína.

I work for the world bank yes I do
My salary was hundred thousand smackeroo
I know my Harvard economics better than you

Nobody knows that I make big plans
I show Madagascar leaders how to dance
How to read statistics & wear striped pants

Emotional statistics that's not my job
Facts & figures, I'm no slob
But foresting & farming's all a big blob

Here's our scheme to stabilize your paper
for International trade right now or later
Follow our advice you'll thank your creator

Whatcha got to export, what raw materials?
Monoculture diamonds, coffee, Cereals
Sell 'em on the market to Multinational Imperials

We'll loan you money to expand production
Pay our yearly interest, for your own protection
Tighten your belts, we'll have no objection

Throw in some little minimal principle
tho debt service paid makes the deal invincible
That takes dollars but your currency's exchangeable

Get people working on mass market land
cut down forests, for your cash in hand
Or superhighways money where Rainforests stand

With agribusiness farms you can export beef
Cut social services & poverty relief
Forest people shift to the cities in grief

Tighten your belt for a roller coaster ride
Production's up, market prices slide
Wood pulp burger meat, coffee downside

Increase production pay yr. World Bank debt--
At least the interest if that's all you can get
Cut down Amazon you haven't paid it yet

In one decade you give all the money back
As Bank debt service but the Principal, alack!
We'll lend more cash (but dont sell smack)

Austerity measures, wages go down,
th'urban sewage is a charnel ground
Buses fall apart at the edge of town

coral reef fish dead factory waste,
Indigines hooked on Yankee dollar taste
Swiss bank funds for dictators disgraced

Fauna killed for the debt Costa Rica
Unknown flora at the mouth of Boca Chica
Birds in Equador, sick with toxic leakage?

Riots start over bags of foreign rice
Arm your teenage army with U.S. mace
Borrow money for a local Arms race

Families driven from crop land to forests
Forest folk in hovels hid from tourists
Currencies bankrupt for free market purists?

I just retired from my 20 year job
at World Bank Central with the money mob
Go to AA meetings so's not die a slob

I worked in Africa, Americas, Vietnam
Bangkok too with World Banks' big clan
Now I'm retired and I don't give a damn

Walk the streets of Washington alone at night
The job I did, was it wrong was it right?
Big mistakes that've gone out of sight?

It wasn't the job of a bureaucrat like me
to check the impact of the Bank policy
When debt bore fruit on the world money tree.

Painting a great beauty, which he was asked to do,
is hard, and he shows the only way
it might be possible (complete Title).


If he who is to paint you is to see you,
but cannot look at you and not go blind,
who then will have the skill to paint your portrait
with no offense to both you and his sight?
I sought to make you bloom in snow and roses;
but this would flatter roses and slight you;
two morning stars for eyes I sought to give you;
but how could stars hope that this could be true?

The sketch told me that it could not be done;
but then your mirror, catching your own glow,
assured it was exact in its reflection.

It renders you without unfitting light;
since you're from you yourself, the mirror holds
original, painter, brush and your perfection.

sweet taxpayer, how softly pay your duties
with the government, sweet taxpayer.
don't spend, don't save for futilities
where's your advisor or lawyer?
when the politicians need your money
it falls over them like milk and honey.
Oh, how generous you are, taxpayer
sweet innocence and loveliness
you, who have failed them ever,
are a dustbin of obtuseness.

Lipsticky kiss, tongue crawls
intense desire enthralls
a nibble sensation sprawls
feeling the teeth like awls
lips farewell befalls

Three things keep me arrested
heart with love,
the beautiful Agnes, ham
and eggplant with cheese.

This Agnes (lovers) is
me who had such power,
that made me hate
everything that was not Agnes.

Brought me brainless one year,
until once
she gave for picnic ham
and eggplant with cheese.

From Agnes was the first palm
but misjudged
between them which
have more part in my soul.

In taste, size and weight
I find it no distinction
I and Agnes, and ham,
and eggplant with cheese.

Agnes claims her beauty,
the ham is from Aracena
cheese and eggplant
the Spanish Antiquity.

And it is so subtle the choice
who tried without passion
all is one, Agnes, ham,
and eggplant with cheese.

At least this treatment
of these my new loves,
will make that Agnes
could sell their favors cheaper.

As will counterweight
if she don’t agree
a slice of ham
and eggplant with cheese.

Cordoba.
Distant and alone.

Black pony, big moon,
and olives in my saddlebag.
Even if I know the roads
I’ll never reach Cordoba.

On the flat, by the wind,
black pony, red moon.
Death is watching me
from the towers of Cordoba.

Oh, what a long road!
Oh my brave pony!
Oh that death awaits me,
before arriving in Cordoba!

Cordoba.
Distant and alone.

When I went through Casablanca, coming the Moorish quarter
I saw a moorish girl washing in crystaline clear waters.

Depart beautiful moorish, cute moorish, depart.
Let my horse drink from the crystaline clear water.

Do you want to come with me, climb on my horse?
Lord, good knight, willingly I would go.

And the clothes that I wash, whom he would leave?.
Those of thread of the Netherlands, you will be wearing them.

And the worthless, throw her out to sea.
And my honor good rider, whom I would leave it ?

I swear before my sword, belted to my waist
not to touch your honor while you're not mine.

Passing some fields, the girl was crying.
Why are you crying, beautiful moorish?
Why you cry, cute moorish?

I cry because in these fields, my father came to hunt
with my brother Moralejo and all his court.

Mother, you open the door, windows and balconies.
That has appeared the rose you were looking day and night.

Trees cry for rain and mountains for air.

So my eyes weep for you, dear lover.

White are you, white your dress, white is your figure

White flowers fall from you, from your beauty

I turn and I say what will happen to me?
In foreign lands I'm gonna die

In front of me is an angel, her eyes looking at me

I want and I can not mourn, my heart sighs

I turn and I say what will happen to me?
In foreign lands I'm gonna die.

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(original version in ladino language)

Arvoles yoran por luvyas i muntanyas por ayres.
Ansi yoran los mis ojos por ti, kerida amante.
Vlanka sos, vlanca vystes, vlanka es tu figura
vlankas flores caen de ti, de la tu hermosura
Torno i digo: ke va ser de mi?
En tierras ajenas yo me vo murir
Enfrente de mi ay un andjelo, kon sus ojos me mira
Yorar kero i no puedo, mi korason suspira
Torno i digo: ke va ser de mi?
En tierras ajenas yo me vo murir

Lady of beautyness
for whom I hope be lost,
What I do to heal myself
of this disease that lasts so much?

Your sight caused me
a pain which you think not,
that if you do not heal me,
I will die wretched.

I think it should be better
I was die when I was born,
that not I would always say:
"For overcome you I overcame myself."

And if your beauty
always tries to lose me,
I won’t be able to heal myself
of this disease that lasts so much

That if your beauty
want to lose me totally,
sad, I can not to heal myself
of this disease that lasts so much.

It is burning ice, it is frozen fire,
it is hurt that hurts and it does not feel,
it is a dreamed good, a bad present,
it is a brief rest very tired;

it is a negligence that gives care us,
a coward, with name of brave,
to walk solitary between people,
to only love being loved;

it is a jailed freedom,
that it lasts until the paroxysm;
disease that grows if it is cured.

This one is the young love, this one is its abyss.
You watch which friendship will have with anything
the one that in everything is opposite of itself.