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Victor Jara

Postby Sandra » Fri Sep 16, 2005 3:31 am

El cigarrito

Voy a hacerme un cigarrito
acaso tengo tabaco
si no tengo de'onde saco
lo más cierto es que no pito.
Ay, ay, ay, me querís,
Ay, ay, ay, me querís,
Ay, ay, ay.

Voy a hacerme un cigarrito
con mi bolsa tabaquera
lo fumo y boto la cola
y recójala el que quiera.
Ay, ay, ay, me querís,
Ay, ay, ay, me querís,
Ay, ay, ay.

Cuando amanezco con frío
prendo un cigarro de a vara
y me caliento la cara
con el cigarro encendido.
Ay, ay, ay, me querís,
Ay, ay, ay, me querís,
Ay, ay, ay.

The cigar

I I am going to make a little cigar
if I have tobacoo
if I do not have where would I get from
it is true that I cannot smoke
ay ay ay you love me
ay ay ay you love me.....

I am going to make a little cigar
with my tobacco pouch
I smoke and throw the end
and anyone can pick it up
Ay ay ay you love me
Ay ay ay you love me.....

When I wake up with cold
I light a long cigar
And I warm my face
With the red of the cigar
Ay ay ay you love me
Ay ay ay you love me.....
Last edited by Sandra on Fri Sep 16, 2005 5:39 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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Postby tom.d.stiller » Fri Sep 16, 2005 7:07 am

¡hola Sandra!

Thank you for bringing along this most beautiful song to remind us of one of the greatest singer-songwriters of the 20th century who presumably died on September 16, 1973, tortured and shot down in the Stadium in Santiago along with other supporters of President Allende.

Between 1978 and 1983 I spent a lot of time with exiles from both Chile and Argentina, and one of them, Raúl, the one who appears in my Wingka Elegy, sometimes sang another song written by Victor Jara:

Te recuerdo Amanda
la calle mojada
corriendo a la fabrica
donde trabajaba Manuel.
La sonrisa ancha
la lluvia en el pelo
no importaba nada
ibas a encontrarte con el
con el, con el, con el
son cinco minutos
la vida es eterna
en cinco minutos
suena la sirena
de vuelta al trabajo
y tu caminando
lo iluminas todo
los cinco minutos
te hacen florecer.

Te recuerdo Amanda
la calle mojada
corriendo a la fabrica
donde trabajaba Manuel.
La sonrisa ancha
la lluvia en el pelo
no importaba nada
ibas a encontrarte con el
con el, con el, con el
que partió a la sierra
que nunca hizo daño
que partió a la sierra
y en cinco minutos
quedo destrozado
suena la sirena
de vuela al trabajo
muchos no volvieron
tampoco Manuel.

Te recuerdo Amanda
la calle mojada
corriendo a la fabrica
donde trabajaba Manuel.


I remember you Amanda
when the streets were wet,
running to the factory
where Manuel worked.
With your wide smile,
the rain in your hair
nothing else mattered,
you were going to meet him.
con el, con el, con el
Five minutes only,
all of your life
in five minutes
The siren is sounding
time to go back to work.
And as you walk
you light up everything
those five minutes
have made you flower.

I remember you Amanda
when the streets were wet,
running to the factory
where Manuel worked.
With your wide smile,
the rain in your hair
nothing else mattered,
you were going to meet him.
con el, con el, con el
And he took to the mountains to fight
He had never hurt a fly
And he took to the mountains to fight
And in five minutes
it was all wiped out
The siren is sounding
time to go back to work
Many will not go back
one of them Manuel

I remember you Amanda
when the streets were wet,
running to the factory
where Manuel worked.

I copied over both the Spanish text and the translation from this site

Thanks again, Sandra, for coming along and bringing "El cigarrito" to us.

tears in my "Cheers"
tom
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Postby Ali » Fri Sep 16, 2005 1:26 pm

Probably irrelevant, but worth pointing out the beautiful tribute song to Victor Jara by Christy Moore (if you havn't heard it) as it commemorates Victors life wonderfully.
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Postby lizzytysh » Fri Sep 16, 2005 3:30 pm

The poem you brought, Sandra, brings an interesting perspective with love and the cigar. The one you brought, Tom, is heart stopping. With relatively few words, Victor Jara painted such a clear , vivid picture of how Amanda looked, running to Manuel, and the sweetness of their love....and then the loss of Manuel, who was a tender person, but died fighting for something he believed in. I couldn't read it without tears welling up. The years 1978 to 1983 had to have been very educational, but even moreso, special, for you.

~ Lizzy
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Postby Sandra » Fri Sep 16, 2005 5:41 pm

I understand your emotion tom when listening those songs. I cant help tears when I listen them too......thanks to you for the link.
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Postby lizzytysh » Fri Sep 16, 2005 5:52 pm

Now that I've listened to the links, who is the singer with the beautiful, tenderly emotive voice for the first, two songs? Great guitar, too.

I've just listened to some of the heart-wrenching details of Jara's life. For two reasons, I wasn't pleased to have this portion jump off the page:
Jara's dreams began to crumble, on September 11, 1973, when a military junta headed by Admiral Toribio Merino and Army General Augusto Pinochet, assisted by the United States via the Central Intelligence Agency, overthrew Allende and launched a brutal coup.
Such a remarkable life Jara lived. Thank G~d his legacy has lived on through his music and beliefs. Thanks for those links, Greg.

~ Lizzy
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Postby ~greg » Fri Sep 16, 2005 8:07 pm

lizzytysh wrote:Now that I've listened to the links, who is the singer with the beautiful, tender voice for the first, two songs?
Sorry, I wasn't clear.
It is Victor Jara.

And the duet, on Hasta Siempre, is Jara,
and someone named "Pablo Nurende", I believe.
lizzytysh wrote:I've just listened to some of the heart-wrenching details of Jara's life. ...
-good (if you mean -read them in the AMG bio)
- that's why I posted the link.

(-and i sort of want to add: "not for my health"
- however, you don't know me, so you wouldn't
know that would just be a sort of sign that I'm feeling
sort of good right now, a little bit anyway, - "good" being
the proximal feeling to what may appear to be, distally, to the world,
to be my being, well, frankly, catty. But you don't know me, so I have
to assure you that catty is something I could never be. Avian. Never catty.
But really, more likely, in these moods, it's just that, to me,
the world appears to be so many bad children, all needing
their bottoms spanked red at once. Because when children
put their hands on hot stoves, then nature immediately spanks them
for them for it, because nature loves them, both the hands and the
children, and nature knows that only in this way will the children ever
learn, by reflex, to connect the cause and the effect for the benefit
of themselves and their hands. Because children don't yet have the mental
machinery to forge such beneficent "mind-forged manacles" in their
heads for themselves by themselves, -which are never as effective
as 1st degree burns for creating loop reflexes anyway. So in those
cases where nature is doing something else, if we love us too,
then we must do it for ourselves, -forge good reflex links in the children
-by spanking them, since reasoning with them is not an effective way
to create reflexes at the neural level, with children, or with anyone else
for that matter. Provided of course that we do it immediately, on cause,
and not wait, for example, for daddy to get home to do it.
And, most importantly, provided only that we are absolutely 100% certain
that we do it WITHOUT MALICE in our hearts only to vent our own frustrations,
or indulge in our even darker anger-lusts, on pretext of disciplining the children,
with a discipline that we manifestly don't possess ourselves.
Because kids know the difference. )

Before I'd heard Jara I thought he would sound different
- more authentic flamenco, like El Cammaron De La Isla.
I thought that was the thing about him.

But hearing his - as you say "beautiful, tender voice",
and knowing more about his life now, makes me think
instead of the first line of "Guantanamera" -
- "Yo soy un hombre sincero"
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Postby lizzytysh » Fri Sep 16, 2005 9:18 pm

-good (if you mean -read them in the AMG bio)
- that's why I posted the link.
Yes, that's what I meant. Not sure why "listened" came out, instead. Perhaps, because I'd just listened to the links and his voice was still reverberating, as I read the details of his life and tragic death, and his resilient determination and courage, as it was forced upon him.

Guess I'll have to read a couple more times what followed your "not for my health" phrase, to understand why you said all that. I'm sure it'll come to me, eventually. Of course, I knew that it was intended for people to read. [Guess I could have left out the fact that I had :? .] Hmmmm.

Thanks for clarifying regarding its being him singing. I thought they must be covers. Are these some his wife escaped with?

~ Lizzy
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Postby linda_lakeside » Sun Sep 18, 2005 4:40 pm

Some of the most heart-wrenching music/poetry comes from South America, (with good reason), thanks all for this page.

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Postby Andrew McGeever » Wed Oct 19, 2005 3:29 am

They broke his fingers first; he being a singer/songwriter/guitar player.....and then...
We campaigned hard to get as many out of Chile as we could, the alternative was death.
Families/survivors eventually arrived in Edinburgh.
There was enormous solidarity/support for the refugees from the unions in Edinburgh, Glasgow and throughout Scotland.
I met people who had been detained in the National Stadium.
They were given "refugee" status, and obtained jobs in Scotland.
This was the the first time someone told me how he had been tortured.
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Postby Sandra » Wed Oct 19, 2005 4:01 am

i appreciate your comments Andrew........
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Postby linda_lakeside » Sun Oct 23, 2005 7:24 am

Guantanamera" -
- "Yo soy un hombre sincero"
I heard Pete Seeger sing this at a Folk Fest in Vancouver. I was standing right next to him. It was an amazing experience. He really loved to 'roll the 'r's, and seemed to love the Spanish language. :)

Thanks for all that you bring, here, Sandra.

Linda.
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Re: Victor Jara

Postby Ria Bellen » Thu Jan 31, 2013 12:12 pm

"Victor Jara's Hands"
Song by Calexico, on their album : "carried to dust" 2008
Lyrics : Joey Burns and Jairo Zavala :

Wire fences still coiled with flowers of the night
Songs of the birds like hands call the earth to witness
Sever from fear before taking flight

Fences that fail and fall to the ground
Bearing the fruit from Jara's Hands

Me siento solo y perdido
Una vela alumbra mi camino
Cruzando tierras que nunca he visto
Cruzando el rio de mi destino
Solo soy un chico mas
Que suena en alto y mirando al mar

All alone and lost
My path is lit by the flame
Crossing lands never seen
Crossing rivers of my destiny
Only a boy nothing more
Day dreaming wanting more
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