this is what google translate gave me:
Only four cornfields remain,
the hut was mine, alas!
From that little house so white and beautiful,
sad thing that is. Pastures are no cattle, the lagoon dried wire fence that was in the yard also fell . lend me your eyes, brunette, I hold you in the soul, look there, the spoil of that house, so white and pretty sad that is. crops were losteverything off is over, alas no longer doves, or flowers or flavors and all over. usencia mourned his palms were dry lagoon ay ahy pions and carriers toditos went and nobody wasdark so I'm sad so I feel very sad to mourn remembering the happy afternoons spent in the two that place ..
even though the translation of la letra is clearly faulty, the underlying feeling and emotions manage to transcend the language barrier. the speaker in the song has lost everything, and can only remember the past while surveying the present, a sad shadow of what had been.
id started looking up aztec images, and after about an hour of scrolling through sculptures and trying out sketches, i suddenly realized that depictions of the mayan/aztec gods have a startling resemblance to my boyfriend...in a few ways at least
im not trying to compare him to a god, but he definitely has the lobes and nose down pretty good. i wonder why i hadnt realized it before!
he's half mexican and half white, but he doesnt identify with his mexican heritage very much because his father was in prison most of the time he was growing up. he jokes about it a lot, but i think theres definitely a part of him that wishes he had been exposed to his heritage more...a part of him that i suppose he never really had, but still feels like he had lost. and so its with this in mind that i decided to approach last week's project :]
he'll hate me for this, but heres a picture of him:
All quite wonderful, Peony!
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