[Oe List ...] [Dialogue] A Witness [Sort of]: Song from LatinAmerica

Tue Nov 29 22:00:52 EST 2011

A wonderful “witness” Ellie. It’s important to keep being reminded!  Thanks
so much for sending it on.

  _____  

From: oe-bounces at wedgeblade.net [mailto:oe-bounces at wedgeblade.net] On Behalf
Of Ellie Stock
Sent: Monday, November 28, 2011 10:30 AM
To: Dialogue at wedgeblade.net; OE at wedgeblade.net
Subject: [Oe List ...] [Dialogue] A Witness [Sort of]: Song from
LatinAmerica

Below is a link to song forwarded by our daughter Chenoa who works in
Bolivia.  I think the song exemplifies the spirit George is talking about.
The rough translation is below.  The song is "Latinoamerica" or "Vamos
caminando".  It is sung by a group known for its songs re speaking out about
issues related to government and corporations.

Ellie Stock

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkFJE8ZdeG8
<http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkFJE8ZdeG8&feature=topvideos_music>
&feature=topvideos_music

Spanish <http://lyricstranslate.com/en/language/spanish>  

Latinoamérica

Soy, soy lo que dejaron, Soy las sobras de lo que te robaron,
Un pueblo escondido en la cima, Mi piel es de cuero por eso aguata cualquier
clima,
Soy una fábrica de humo, Mano de obra campesina para tu consumo,
En el medio del verano, El amor en los tiempos del cólera,
Mi hermano!

Soy el que nace y el día que muere, Con los mejores atardeceres,
Soy el desarrollo en carne viva, Un discurso sin saliva,
Las caras más bonitas que he conocido, Soy la fotografía de un desaparecido,
La sangre dentro de tus venas, Soy un pedazo de tierra que vale la pena,
Una canasta con frijoles.

Soy Maradona contra Inglaterra Anotándole dos goles.
Soy lo que sostiene mi bandera, La espina dorsal de mi planeta, en mi
cordillera.
Soy lo que me enseño mi padre, El que no quiere a su patria no quiere a su
madre.
Soy América Latina un pueblo sin piernas pero que camina.

Tú no puedes comprar al viento,
Tú no puedes comprar al sol
Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia,
Tú no puedes comprar al calor.
Tú no puedes comprar las nubes,
Tú no puedes comprar mi alegría,
Tú no puedes comprar mis dolores.

Tengo los lagos, tengo los ríos, Tengo mis dientes pa cuando me sonrío,
La nieve que maquilla mis montañas, Tengo el sol que me seca y la lluvia que
me baña,
Un desierto embriagado con pellotes, Un trago de pulque para cantar con los
coyotes,
Todo lo que necesito!

Tengo a mis pulmones respirando azul clarito,
La altura que sofoca, Soy las muelas de mi boca mascando coca,
El otoño con sus hojas desmayadas, Los versos escritos bajo las noches
estrelladas,
Una viña repleta de uvas, Un cañaveral bajo el sol en cuba,
Soy el mar Caribe que vigila las casitas, Haciendo rituales de agua bendita,
El viento que peina mi cabello, Soy todos los santos que cuelgan de mi
cuello,
El jugo de mi lucha no es artificial porque el abono de mi tierra es
natural.
Vamos caminando, vamos dibujando el camino!

Trabajo bruto pero con orgullo, Aquí se comparte lo mío es tuyo,
Este pueblo no se ahoga con marullos, Y si se derrumba yo lo reconstruyo,
Tampoco pestañeo cuando te miro, Para que te recuerdes de mi apellido,
La operación cóndor invadiendo mi nido, Perdono pero nunca olvido, oye!

Vamos caminado, aquí se respira lucha.
Vamos caminando, yo canto porque se escucha.
Vamos caminando, aquí estamos de pie.
Que viva Latinoamérica.
No puedes comprar mi vida!

English <http://lyricstranslate.com/en/language/english>  

Latinoamérica

I am
I am what that they left
I'm all about what that was stolen.
A village hidden on the peak,
My skin is from leather that's why it stands any weather.
I'm a factory of smoke,
A peasant working hand for your consumption
Cold Front in the middle of summer,
Love in the Time of Cholera, my brother.
The sun that is born and the day that dies,
with the best evenings.
I am developing raw,
a political speech without saliva.
The most beautiful faces I've met,
I'm the photograph of a missing person.
I'm the blood in your veins,
I'm a piece of land that is worth it.
I'm a basket with beans,
I'm Maradona against England scoring 2 goals.
I'm what that holds my flag,
the backbone of the planet is my Andes.
I'm what that my father taught me,
Who doesn't love his fatherland don't love his mother.
I'm Latin America,
People without legs but can walk

You can't buy the wind.
You can't buy the sun.
You can't buy the rain.
You can't buy the heat.
You can't buy the clouds.
You can't buy the colors.
You can't buy my happiness.
You can't buy my pains.

I have the lakes, I have the rivers.
I have my teethes for when I smile.
The snow that puts make up on my mountains.
I have the sol that dries me and the rain that wash me
*A desert intoxicated with beautiful drinks of pulque
To sing with the coyotes is all that I need.
I have my lungs breathing clear blue.
The height that suffocates.
I'm the teethes that chew the Coca.
*The autumn with its dropping leaves
The lines written under the starry night.
A wineyard filled with grapes.
A sugar cane plantation under the Cuban sun.
I'm the Caribbean Sea watching over the houses,
Doing rituals of holy water.
The wind that combs my hair.
I'm all the saints that hangs from my neck.
The juice of my struggle is not artificial,
Because the fertilizer of my land is natural.

You can't buy the wind.
You can't buy the sun.
You can't buy the rain.
You can't buy the heat.
You can't buy the clouds.
You can't buy the colors.
You can't buy my happiness.
You can't buy my pains.
(from purtuguese)
You can't buy the wind.
You can't buy the sun.
You can't buy the rain.
You can't buy the heat.
You can't buy the clouds.
You can't buy the colors.
You can't buy my happiness.
You can't buy my sadness.

You can't buy the sun.
You can't buy the rain.
(we are drawing the way, we are walking)
You can't buy my life.
MY LAND IS NOT FOR SALE.

Working hard but with pride,
Here we share, what's mine is yours.
These people can't be drawn with big waves.
And if it collapsed I'll rebuilt it.
*neither blink when I see you.
So that you'll remember my surname.
Operation Condor is invading my nest.
I forgive but I'll never forget!

(we are walking)
The struggle breathes here.
(we are walking)
I sing because it sounds.

Here we are standing.
Long live Latin America.

You can't buy my life.

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-----Original Message-----
From: George Holcombe <geowanda at earthlink.net>
To: Colleague Dialogue <dialogue at wedgeblade.net>
Sent: Mon, Nov 28, 2011 11:47 am
Subject: Re: [Dialogue] A Witness [Sort of]

Yes, to all of this.  A piece that I don't see is what is happening at the
local 
level somewhat removed from the spotlight.  The villages we worked in that I

know about, and those Wanda and I worked in in the 80's and 90's are doing 
fairly well.  All around them are local organizations that weren't there in
the 
70's that are working on everything from how to deal with climate change to 
health.  While poverty has grown, and the industrialized nations seem to be 
ignoring it, there are shifts in attitudes in the 3rd world.  Even here in 
Austin where unemployment is not as bad as in other spots in the U.S.,
shopping 
local is getting a big push, local farmers' markets are growing, even the
big 
grocery chains are trying to grow local and buy local.  We attended a local 
Women's business group in our neighborhood last Friday night, there were
around 
8 women in start up mode or established mode selling products they make or
are 
distributors for products.  There are lots more glimmers 
 of changes under the radar that I suspect will shape our future.

George Holcombe
14900 Yellowleaf Tr.
Austin, TX 78728
Mobile 512/252-2756
geowanda at earthlink.net

"Stay hungry, stay foolish"  Whole Earth Catalog via Steve Jobs

On Nov 28, 2011, at 10:36 AM, Bill Parker wrote:

> You are right. The economic power left unchecked destroys the economy! We
have 
seen this played out over and over. It is not a simple question of who has
what, 
but rather what is sustainable, or if that word is worn out as I believe it
is, 
what is going to achieve equity in the process. An inequitable system is a 
corrupt system and has built into itself its own demise.
> 
> ----- Original Message ----- From: "Wayne Nelson"
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> To: "Colleague Dialogue" <dialogue at wedgeblade.net>
> Cc: "Order Ecumenical Community" <oe at wedgeblade.net>
> Sent: Monday, November 28, 2011 9:51 AM
> Subject: Re: [Dialogue] A Witness [Sort of]
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>> 
>> 2 things that seem pretty clear to me about the Occupy movement
>> 
>> The economy dominates society and it is creating it's own economic,
political 
and social problems.  Duh. Our work in the late 60's and early 70's told us
much 
the same thing the Occupy movement is saying now.  We recognized it in the 
protests related to racial equality and in the protests against the war in 
Vietnam and etc and etc and etc as well. Governments think their task is to 
expedite the will of those who control the movement, flow and distribution
of 
resources. The details can be enumerated and have been over the years, but
the 
details are not the point. It is the system itself and it's orientation that

needs to be addressed.
>> 
>> The understandings that form the operating  foundations, structures,
systems 
and the functioning mythology of our society are actually creating deeper 
problems rather than resolving them. Social contradictions have 
institutionalized and accepted as the normal way of doing things. Nearly
every 
institution we'd  call a pillar of  "the establishment" has revealed itself
to 
be corrupt, incompetent or both.  After a cascade of scandals and
catastrophes, 
the implicit social contract lies in ruins, replaced by mass skepticism, 
contempt and disillusionment.
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