What do you think of this artist and her work Scottish Economist?

[TheScottishEconomist]

Originally Posted by PRgirl

Oh, but I love him so much SE. I love to please him. Make him happy. He is such a sweet man. Why oh why do I let him manipulate me in the kitchen?? I do love to cook and it is not as hard for me to do as other women friends of mine who hate the kitchen!! But even Laura thinks I spoil him way too much and that he needs to be less demanding. And consider how much work goes into all that cooking JUST for him.

Vida you are a woman most Scotsmen can only dream of marrying! This is the kind of woman a Scotsman can expect to be married to

Originally Posted by PRgirl

PRgirl: Raised by Presbyterians? No way!! Even the Christian evangelical groups from the states that opened churches in Puerto Rico to steal the flock from the Roman Catholic church had to drop the ban on music! No music NO PUERTO RICAN converts period. Instead all those Protestant Puerto Rican churches got salsero bands all over the place!! They tried to ban makeup and jewelry on the women and certain foods. That did not go over at all either!! I wonder who adapted? The church did in my opinion!! The love of all pleasures is endemic to us. Take the pleasures out, might as well fold up shop and consider yourself without recruits. Dancing is the devil's playground? If you said that might as well say all fun is the devil. Bring on VEJIGANTE then!! The DEVIL is gonna win!!

There has been a long tradition in European religious thought that the body is a distraction from the spirit, but I can see the Puerto Ricans don’t share it!

Originally Posted by PRgirl

Have you heard of the Italian cultural modes of the 'mamalone'? Of the mama's boys in Italy? Where Mama was all important for the Italian men?

Yes, way back when I was in school and we discussed a short story about an Italian who immigrates to Australia (it was quite a good story, but I cannot remember the author’s name), and there was a bit about the Italians relationship with his mother. Anyway we had one Italian boy in the class, and one half Italian girl, and both of them gave us something of an insight into Italian mothers, and that it was still being done today.

[TheScottishEconomist]

Originally Posted by PRgirl

In fact, now that I reflect deeply on our culture Scottish Economist, we need people precisely like you are to give the culture a much needed reasonable and lovely balance to its absolutely over sensual loves.

Hey just glad to be of service senorita. However I am wondering if perhaps I am overplaying the Scots Calvinistic tendencies at the expense of our more positive attributes? I suspect I may. However look at the following two exhibits:

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

I think the images tell there own story, but perhaps you might also like to have a look at the following: A writer and academic who has close ties with the Scottish political establishment. Make of that what you will.

Originally Posted by PRgirl

Too much fondness for all that is sensual is very much part of the Puerto Rican character and it is unlikely to change for a LONG time. Lol. If at all. Maybe it's the weather too.

Ah well that is what I wonder too, I mean the Scottish climate is hardly conducive to the good life you describe, our ancestors developed their historic culture in a cold barren land that was difficult to farm and was always cold. Having said that the Scandinavians who are even further to the north than we are much less repressed that the Scots. However these joyous sensuous cultures which take pleasure in the body do tend to be Mediterranean and have the benefit of good weather.

Originally Posted by PRgirl

But it is a sensual culture. In everyway. Things of the flesh are loved. Sunbathing, swimming, fishing in the deep sea, dancing, eating, laughing, drinking, music, poetry, oral traditions, watching pretty girls walk by and making comments.

Well in Scotland we do at least a few of those, and certainly the latter, though these days it constitutes sexual harassment.

Originally Posted by PRgirl

Too many feminists only see the surface,it is the objectification of women. The truth is that would be true if women were not at a par with men in education, positions of power locally and etc. That is not the case. And ask the men and they have no problem with letting women be leaders back home. That is not the case in Mexico at all! Or many other nations. National Geographic wrote an article a while back. It said in summation, "Puerto Rican women are extremely feminine, and strong, and willful, and they rule. One might think this society is macho oriented. In truth the women run the show with an iron fist inside a velvet glove!!" Lol.

Scotland is a rather more patriarchal society, though at home – especially in Glasgow – things tend to be a bit more matriarchal. Women do hold public office, but we don't seem to produce many high calibre ladies, on the contrary the British Chancellor is a Scotsman, and Scotsmen hold many senior posts both in Scotland and England. This is not the case with Scottish women.

Originally Posted by PRgirl

All those Protestant holy roller repressed types aren't gonna get me as a recruit. Guaranteed. Or those Muslims either. Any religion with too many restrictions aint gonna get many recruits in Borinquen. Though I noticed many Scottish types aren't into religion much either. And the Scots have a lot of music inside of them. So much. They just need a little tiny bit of encouragement

And a warm climate too. Unfortunately from what the scientists say global warming will actually make Scotland colder (all to do with the Gulf Stream:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/3266833.stm

[TheScottishEconomist]

Originally Posted by PRgirl

Translation:

Todo Tiene su Final.

Everything has an ending,
nothing lasts forever,

We must remember,
that eternity doesn't exist,

Like the lovely carnation
It only wants to bloom,

And show off its beauty,
and then wilt and perish,

Everything has an ending,
nothing lasts forever,

We must remember,
that eternity doesn't exist,

Like the world champion (boxing)
that gives his all to achieve,
and to lose
in the attempt
in the crowd of people
becomes just another soul,

Everything has an ending,
nothing lasts forever,

Everything has an ending,
If you don't love me, tell me now.

Everything has an ending,
To my wake don't you come to cry.
NO NO.

Everything has an ending,
Beautiful mamita,

Everything has an ending
I knew one day it all had to end,

Everything has an ending
period and its over.

I lost my mother,
that which I most adored
in this world
and there is no going back,
not even to try to catch some momentum

Forward only is the path of life,
looking back is for cowards.

Thank you for the translation of Todo Tiene su Final. It made me think of this poem by Philip Larkin, not very similar in some ways, but it approaches the same subject from a different angle:

Aubade

I work all day, and get half drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain edges will grow light.
Till then I see what's really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And where and when I shall myself die.
Arid interrogation: yet the dread
Of dying, and being dead,
Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.

The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse
- The good not used, the love not given, time
Torn off unused - nor wretchedly because
An only life can take so long to climb
Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never:
But at the total emptiness forever,
The sure extinction that we travel to
And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,
Not to be anywhere,
And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

This is a special way of being afraid
No trick dispels. Religion used to try,
That vast moth-eaten musical brocade
Created to pretend we never die,
And specious stuff that says no rational being
Can fear a thing it cannot feel, not seeing
that this is what we fear - no sight, no sound,
No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,
Nothing to love or link with,
The anaesthetic from which none come round.

And so it stays just on the edge of vision,
A small unfocused blur, a standing chill
That slows each impulse down to indecision
Most things may never happen: this one will,
And realisation of it rages out
In furnace fear when we are caught without
People or drink. Courage is no good:
It means not scaring others. Being brave
Lets no-one off the grave.
Death is no different whined at than withstood.

Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.
It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,
Have always known, know that we can't escape
Yet can't accept. One side will have to go.
Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring
In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring
Intricate rented world begins to rouse.
The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
Work has to be done.
Postmen like doctors go from house to house.

No need to translate it into Spanish Hasta luego

[PRgirl]

Originally Posted by TheScottishEconomist

Vida you are a woman most Scotsmen can only dream of marrying! This is the kind of woman a Scotsman can expect to be married to

PRgirl: SE, I laughed so much I had to go to the bathroom! OH. I have not laughed that hard watching a satirical piece in such a long time. She hits him with a pan. I am unconvinced I am sure there are beautiful Scottish women who would make fine wives. SE, you are far, far too attractive a man to have remained single into your thirties. The only reasoning I can think of that might fit your situation is that you love being free to do whatever you want when you want. And unless someone absolutely dazzling comes along you are not going to give up that bachelor freedom. I have been married since age eighteen. Twenty two years. I never intended to be married at all really. I met my husband when I was sixteen (and he waited and waited for me to grow up a little, he was desperate for me to get a little older). I have never known another man in my life. And he is all I ever wanted in every way. If he dies on me. This old PRgirl is never going to ever remarry. I know that. As sure as the sun rises in the East. And I doubt I will even have any kind of relationship with another man that is not light friendship only. My husband---is the one I will adore until I am made of dust and blown into the Caribbean sea. But he won't know that. Too much power he has over me emotionally as it is. I love him a little too much! I am glad he is not reading Scotland. com. Or he might scheme for me to confess how much I love him. Oh, I laughed so much with that clip. My side aches. Let me take a break!! Such a sense of humor you have! No, you are far too attractive not to be married someday!



There has been a long tradition in European religious thought that the body is a distraction from the spirit, but I can see the Puerto Ricans don’t share it!

PRgirl: The body, the mind and the spirit should all come together to make a sense of harmony. And I think in my home any topic was open for frank discussion without any kind of taboo or avoidance. Extraordinary gift that is for a sound life.



Yes, way back when I was in school and we discussed a short story about an Italian who immigrates to Australia (it was quite a good story, but I cannot remember the author’s name), and there was a bit about the Italians relationship with his mother. Anyway we had one Italian boy in the class, and one half Italian girl, and both of them gave us something of an insight into Italian mothers, and that it was still being done today.

PRgirl: Oh, SE. What do you most remember that you loved about women? It usually was something maternal. And if you missed that maternal warmth and protection and love, you shall always seek it. Subconsciously in some woman. For what men really crave from women is that sense of unconditional love and acceptance and approval and admiration. The male ego is a like a china cup. So fragile, and a woman who loves her man will protect his ego and give him lots of that wondrous maternal love along with intense sexuality. Once that happens, nothing on this earth is going to tear her away from him. If she is smart. She understands that. If she is less than smart, once she breaks that china cup. It is all over. He won't be able to forgive her or really be comfortable around her anymore. Men are so beautiful. They are. They always will be. They are strong but so sensitive deep inside they are very sensitive. And how they bloom into the most beautiful creatures when their emotional and intellectual and physical needs are met. It is like watching the sun rise.

[PRgirl]

Originally Posted by PRgirl

PRgirl: Oh, SE. What do you most remember that you loved about women? It usually was something maternal. And if you missed that maternal warmth and protection and love, you shall always seek it. Subconsciously in some woman. For what men really crave from women is that sense of unconditional love and acceptance and approval and admiration. The male ego is a like a china cup. So fragile, and a woman who loves her man will protect his ego and give him lots of that wondrous maternal love along with intense sexuality. Once that happens, nothing on this earth is going to tear her away from him. If she is smart. She understands that. If she is less than smart, once she breaks that china cup. It is all over. He won't be able to forgive her or really be comfortable around her anymore. Men are so beautiful. They are. They always will be. They are strong but so sensitive deep inside they are very sensitive. And how they bloom into the most beautiful creatures when their emotional and intellectual and physical needs are met. It is like watching the sun rise.

How this made me think so hard about so many things! What is it a husband needs from his wife? It is simple really. I don't understand women who have such great husbands yet they take them for granted. The husband is unemployed for a while and instead of being a source of encouragement and a fountain of security what do they do? Tear him down. Put him down. Use hurtful words. One thing I have always believed in is to NEVER use sex to manipulate or put down the husband. No. Don't do it ever! My husband while I went to college did not speak much English and had to take very humble jobs. I would always tell him he would get something better eventually and to me he was the finest man in the world. Regardless of how much money he made or did not make. His productivity in the wallet would never affect my love for him. And he always knew that. Always. And there were days when we had very little. He said he knew I was the best cook in the world because all we had were two eggs and some mushrooms and a potato to eat. And I made the best soup from that he ever ate! It was awfully good! Lol. I would listen to all his dreams and tell him he could do it. He could achieve anything he wanted to achieve. I would emphasize all his fine qualities, and his flaws I would accept with humor. So many women friends ask me why my marriage has lasted so long. I was so young when I married. And I remember so many things. The details. One should never be with someone for self interest only. Or for some material comfort. But because one truly appreciates and loves the personal qualities of that person. It could be so easy to hurt that male heart and ego. But why do it to such a dear and good man? When it is so much more rewarding to see that passion in his eyes when he knows that no matter how harsh the outside world is to him, at home he is always the apple of his wife's eye....es tan bonito amar asi. Oh it is so beautiful to love like that. And when one loves like that what happens? If the man is a man of true character he will take all that security, love and encouragement and grow and believe he can do it all successfully! And he does!

True power? I think it is knowing how to love others the right way. That is true power. All else is smoke and mirrors.

There is a song I like that is a good summation to my thoughts here.

Eres Tu

Eres tu como el agua de mi fuente,
Eres tu como el trigo de mi pan,

It is you,
Like the water in my fountain,
It is you,
Like the wheat in my bread.

What it means is that how you love is what is the essence of sustenance in life. And too many people don't get enough love the right way. It makes them hard and bitter and callous inside. And keeps them from reaching all the potential they were meant to achieve.

Oh SE, how you made me laugh. You are reserved and dignified and so interesting. I think you are waiting for the person that is going to make the music sing a lot in you.

[PRgirl]

So you won't go through any trouble dearest SE. I did it for you.

Eres Tú (Spanish)
Words and music by Juan Carlos Calderón
Letra y música de Juan Carlos Calderón

Como una promesa, eres tú, eres tú
Como una mañana de verano
Como una sonrisa, eres tú, eres tú
Así, así, eres tú.

Toda mi esperanza, eres tú, eres tú
Como lluvia fresca en mis manos
como fuerte brisa, eres tú, eres tú
Así, así, eres tú

Eres tú como el agua de mi fuente
(Algo así eres tú)
Eres tú el fuego de mi hogar
Eres tú como el fuego de mi hoguera
Eres tú el trigo de mi pan

Como mi poema, eres tú, eres tú
Como una guitarra en la noche
todo mi horizonte eres tú, eres tú
Así, así, eres tú

Eres tú como el agua de mi fuente
(Algo así eres tú)
Eres tú el fuego de mi hogar
Eres tú como el fuego de mi hoguera
Eres tú el trigo de mi pan

Eres tú...

=============================================================
Eres tú (You are)
This is a direct translation of the Spanish lyrics
For the benefit of those who do not understand Spanish
But would like to have an idea about the meaning of the song
This direct translation has no correlation to the lyrics of
Touch The Wind, which was recorded by
Mocedades as an English version of Eres Tú
==============================================================
Ésta es una traducción directamente al inglés de la letra
de Eres Tú para quienes no saben el español pero desean
entender lo que quiere decir la letra
Esta traducción
directa no tiene nada que ver con la letra de
Touch The Wind grabada por Mocedades
Como una versión en inglés de Eres Tú

Like a promise, you are, you are
Like a summer morning
Like a smile, you are, you are
Like that, like that, you are
All my hope, you are, you are
Like fresh rain in my hands
Like a strong breeze, you are
You are; like that, like that, you are

You are like the water of my fountain
(Something like that, you are)
You are the fire of my fireplace
You are like the fire of my bonfire
You are the wheat of my bread

Like my poem, you are, you are
Like a guitar in the night
My whole horizon you are
You are; like that, like that, you are

You are like the water of my fountain
(Something like that, you are)
You are the fire of my fireplace
You are like the fire of my bonfire
You are the wheat of my bread

You are

That is how I feel about my husband always.

Hmm. Do you know who loves BOLEROS and knows more boleros than anyone else I know? My mother. She must know every bolero known to humankind. She grew up with the Romantic music in Spanish. Los Tres Panchos. Las Aces...so many old trio groups. My father loved salsa and plena and bomba, and besides being a very good conga player, was a really fine dancer. He was more eclectic than Mami was. He loved his American Jazz, Swing, Classical, African American music of all sorts. The old time greats like Duke Ellington and Dinah Washington and Billie Holliday. Charlie Parker and so on. He also liked more modern groups and musicians. I remember he loved, "You are the Sunshine of my Life" by Stevie Wonder. And "Sir Duke" by Stevie Wonder too. And he liked "Boogie Wonderland" by Earth Wind and Fire. Lol. My father was highly playful and would dance with me such tunes as "Staying Alive" and "Boogie Nights". Neither of my parents liked Elvis Presley at all though. Lol. I don't know why.

Oh, I caught my husband (who sings occassionally in the shower and he always chooses some old bolero). He sings so offkey and terrible. Lol. I love it though. He thinks I can't hear him. His piano playing is beautiful. Sensitive and soulful. He has always been courteous. And uses old fashioned respectful ways that are always winning him so many friends among the Latin Americans. Especially the older generations. They appreciate courtesy. Don and Dona always. And he has great manners. Pulls out the chair at a restaurant. Stands up if I go to the bathroom at a restaurant. Puts on my coat and hat for me when we go out. Opens doors for me. So many little details. He was so patient in our courtship and so highly respectful with my parents. My father died knowing I was in good hands. He was so tender with my father and took care of him as a true son would. Such a rare man SE. He truly is. My husband was never pushy. He asked permission always before kissing me or anything else when we were courting. The only time I remember his control slipping just a little bit was when he and I went for a picnic on the beach together and I was swimming and looking at the fish. I came out and plopped down on the beach blanket next to him and was about to doze off, and I caught him with a rare look of lust on his face. He tried to cover it up. Lol. All in all he was and has always been such a caballero in every way. Where are the caballeros now? A bunch of pushy, mannerless clods is what there is out there. Oh, where are those old fashioned mothers instilling the old courtesies in their children now? Real manners goes a long way in the world. Today and always.

One reason why I liked you SE. You have a bit of that old fashioned courtesy. I see it in some of your writing. It will always serve you well Senor.

[TheScottishEconomist]

Originally Posted by PRgirl

I have been married since age eighteen. Twenty two years. I never intended to be married at all really. I met my husband when I was sixteen (and he waited and waited for me to grow up a little, he was desperate for me to get a little older). I have never known another man in my life.

Yes I have meant to ask you about this before, eighteen is a very young age to be married and I wondered how typical this was in Puerto Rico? My parents would have been horrified if I had married so young (they themselves married in their early thirties after a six year courtship). There is a general tendency in Scotland to marry later. The reason early marriage is frowned upon is the belief that the relationship is more likely to break down, so it is good to know that in your case not only has this not happened, but the flame is still burning brightly.

Originally Posted by PRgirl

PRgirl: Oh, SE. What do you most remember that you loved about women? It usually was something maternal. And if you missed that maternal warmth and protection and love, you shall always seek it. Subconsciously in some woman. For what men really crave from women is that sense of unconditional love and acceptance and approval and admiration. The male ego is a like a china cup. So fragile, and a woman who loves her man will protect his ego and give him lots of that wondrous maternal love along with intense sexuality. Once that happens, nothing on this earth is going to tear her away from him. If she is smart. She understands that. If she is less than smart, once she breaks that china cup. It is all over.

I am sure old Sigmund would agree with you. Well Vida you have certainly got the male sex figured out! However one must ask the question, what is in it for the woman? And what duty does the husband have towards the wife?

I found this on line:

Women of intelligent beauty...


The girls and women of Puerto Rico are bright, intelligent, graceful and gorgeous..loving daughters, sweethearts, wives, mothers and proffesionals, partners and dynamic contributors to the present and the future of the island...women of intelligent beauty in which capacity and intelligence don't compete with physical beauty. Each one faces life in a unique manner but there are common elements in their varied experiences and talents. They all love their work and strive to make the ordinary extraordinarily well. Without exception, they live wanting to be better human beings, improving themselves and being just beautiful in and out..

And that doesn't even mention their dancing!

Originally Posted by PRgirl

Oh, I caught my husband (who sings occassionally in the shower and he always chooses some old bolero). He sings so offkey and terrible. Lol. I love it though. He thinks I can't hear him. His piano playing is beautiful. Sensitive and soulful.

These days I think a good piano player is worth his wait in gold. The world would be a far better and more civilised place if more people played the piano. Here is a woman playing Debussy, badly I think, but it is a piece I rather like, and here is another peice I quite like by Ravel: The sound quaility is not perfect, but the playing is better!

Originally Posted by PRgirl

He has always been courteous. And uses old fashioned respectful ways that are always winning him so many friends among the Latin Americans. Especially the older generations. They appreciate courtesy. Don and Dona always. And he has great manners. Pulls out the chair at a restaurant. Stands up if I go to the bathroom at a restaurant. Puts on my coat and hat for me when we go out. Opens doors for me. So many little details. All in all he was and has always been such a caballero in every way. Where are the caballeros now? A bunch of pushy, mannerless clods is what there is out there. Oh, where are those old fashioned mothers instilling the old courtesies in their children now? Real manners goes a long way in the world. Today and always.

Well I have to say that you won't see too much old fashioned courtesy in Scotland, though that is not to say that people are totally ill mannered, indeed many are courteous in their own way, though they often say “cheers mate“ rather than “thank you sir“. I am not saying manners are never lacking, but I do feel that I should not paint modern society in colours too dark. As I was thinking about how to respond to this I remembered what happened to me a few years ago. As I was driving home through one of the poorer parts of Glasgow (a place called Possil) my car broke down. Several young men (early twenties) were walking past and instantly offered to help me push the car off the road. I didn’t know them nor them me, and they could have carried on walking without anybody ever thinking anything of it. But I think in their willingness to stop and help a stranger (for no reward to themselves) they displayed a common decency that should not be ignored, and that I think still runs through the common stream of Scottish humanity. One should not be too pessimistic even if there is cause for some pessimism.

“Pessimist: One who, when he has the choice of two evils, chooses both.”

“Both optimists and pessimists contribute to our society. The optimist invents the airplane and the pessimist the parachute.”

I am more of a parachute man myself.

Here is a piece by Chopin, don't you think it sounds a little bit Spanish considering it was written by a Polish man who lived on France? Maybe that is just because it is performed on guitar.

Originally Posted by PRgirl

So you won't go through any trouble dearest SE. I did it for you.

Eres Tú (Spanish)
Words and music by Juan Carlos Calderón
Letra y música de Juan Carlos Calderón

Como una promesa, eres tú, eres tú
Como una mañana de verano
Como una sonrisa, eres tú, eres tú
Así, así, eres tú.

Toda mi esperanza, eres tú, eres tú
Como lluvia fresca en mis manos
como fuerte brisa, eres tú, eres tú
Así, así, eres tú

Eres tú como el agua de mi fuente
(Algo así eres tú)
Eres tú el fuego de mi hogar
Eres tú como el fuego de mi hoguera
Eres tú el trigo de mi pan

Como mi poema, eres tú, eres tú
Como una guitarra en la noche
todo mi horizonte eres tú, eres tú
Así, así, eres tú

Eres tú como el agua de mi fuente
(Algo así eres tú)
Eres tú el fuego de mi hogar
Eres tú como el fuego de mi hoguera
Eres tú el trigo de mi pan

Eres tú...

=============================================================
Eres tú (You are)
This is a direct translation of the Spanish lyrics
For the benefit of those who do not understand Spanish
But would like to have an idea about the meaning of the song
This direct translation has no correlation to the lyrics of
Touch The Wind, which was recorded by
Mocedades as an English version of Eres Tú
==============================================================
Ésta es una traducción directamente al inglés de la letra
de Eres Tú para quienes no saben el español pero desean
entender lo que quiere decir la letra
Esta traducción
directa no tiene nada que ver con la letra de
Touch The Wind grabada por Mocedades
Como una versión en inglés de Eres Tú

Like a promise, you are, you are
Like a summer morning
Like a smile, you are, you are
Like that, like that, you are
All my hope, you are, you are
Like fresh rain in my hands
Like a strong breeze, you are
You are; like that, like that, you are

You are like the water of my fountain
(Something like that, you are)
You are the fire of my fireplace
You are like the fire of my bonfire
You are the wheat of my bread

Like my poem, you are, you are
Like a guitar in the night
My whole horizon you are
You are; like that, like that, you are

You are like the water of my fountain
(Something like that, you are)
You are the fire of my fireplace
You are like the fire of my bonfire
You are the wheat of my bread

You are

Thank you very much for the for the Spanish song and it's translation. And here is a poem by Lorca in Spanish:


Sonetto del Dolce Lamento

Temo di perdere la meraviglia
dei tuoi occhi di statua e la cadenza
che di notte mi posa sulla guancia
la rosa solitaria del respiro.

Temo di essere lungo questa riva
un tronco spoglio, e quel che più m'accora
è non avere fiore, polpa, argilla
per il verme di questa sofferenza.

Se sei tu il mio tesoro seppellito,
la mia croce e il mio fradicio dolore,
se io sono il cane e tu il padrone mio

non farmi perdere ciò che ho raggiunto
e guarisci le acque del tuo fiume
con foghe dell'Autunno mio impazzito.

Buenos diás