Sunday, October 14, 2007

I Am Changing

Look at me, look at me
I am changing
Trying every way I can
I am changing
I’ll be better than I am
I’m trying to find a way to understand
But I need you, I need you
I need a hand

I am changing
Seeing everything so clear
I am changing
I'm gonna start right now right here
I'm hoping to work it out
And I know that I can
But I need you, I need a hand

All of my life I’ve been a fool
Who said I could do it all alone
How many good friends have I already lost?
And how many dark nights have I known?
Walking down that wrong road
There was nothing I could find
All those years of darkness
Could make a person blind
But now I can see

I am changing
Trying every way I can
I am changing
I’ll be better than I am
But I need a friend to help me start all over again
That would be just fine
I know it’s gonna work out this time
'Cause this time I am
This time I am

I am changing
I’ll get my life together now
I am changing, yes, I know I have
I’m gonna start again
I’m gonna leave my past behind
I’ll change my life
I’ll make a vow that nothing’s gonna stop me now!

- Sung by Jennifer Hudson in Dreamgirls

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Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de invierno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.

And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I do not know, I do not know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

- An excerpt from LA POESÍA (Poetry) by Pablo Neruda