KYRIE - Misa Azteca - 2010.AVI

Ultimamente

La FDF playing along con el Southwestern College Concert Choir.

Esta cancion "Kyrie" forma parte de la Misa Azteca de Joseph Julian Gonzalez.

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What ta Siendo? - revised 1/07/10

Wha ta siendo?
by Francisco J. Bustos

Wha ta siendo?
he asks
con su pijama de super-man
just turned 3 a couple months ago

Wha ta siendo?
he asks again

standing by the breakfast table
she kisses my lips
and feels comfortable because I trimmed my beard

la abrazo y le digo
"I've kissed this skin for over ten years now"

first she smiles
then she explains to the boy as he observes from the brown sofa

"Que estás haciendo"

"Que estás haciendo, así se dice mijo"

sus ojitos cafes
so far so good
you could tell it in his face
está contento con el mundo y con su vida

Wha ta siendo?
he repeats
What a siendo?
so smooth como los sonidos de Miles Davis breathing life through metals

and that's the kind of song we get from him
as he sits on that brown sofa and he wonders about this moment
our kiss
another morning at home
su canción formando

Smooth and natural like the melodies of Miles Davis floating around
the sunlight sneaking in through the half opened blinds

we kiss the morning air
and turn around to see him grow into
yet another day

our son,
mijo asking us

What a siendo?
Wha ta siendo?
Wha ta siendo?

no words really

in this great day, on this great morning, such beautiful earth mother, sister moon somewhere behind the blue, waiting for the great sun...

aguila florida: siempre healing a los demas

Aguila FloridaFlecha NegraXavmanOso AguilaEntre Danzas Cosmicas

until the end te daré mi canto

until the end te daré mi canto

it's what I was waiting for

the song came

and our bodies turned into lizard fire

you rattled everything about this world

estas son las cosas de otros y otras

pensabas en el cielo adentro

these are their things, not ours, you thought

so you danced and danced

circulo en el viento mientras el águila te guiaba

la musa la sigues teniendo, ya te veo

la sigues sonriendo

la musa between your eyes

my ears drumming through your veins

better than red stars, better than silence

yes, even silence can't do better than you, circling,

your arms like wings

a poco creías que no podías

que me ibas a dejar congelado

a tu piel, le tengo fe

y le doy mi suspiro until the end

y le doy mi canto until the end

eso que siento when your voice swims to my ears

Can’t find the right words
como explicar la semilla de tu voz
those eyes, that voice,
donde están las palabras
exactly what?
beautiful existence? alegría?
tu llenas al mundo
sweet voice que hipnotiza
endless smiles sin llanto
can't explain asi nomás
eso que siento when your voice swims to my ears
can't explain asi nomás
eso que siento when your eyes open and meet the sun
can't explain asi nomás
eso que siento when my mind floats to you

Wha ta Siendo?

Wha ta siendo?
he asks
con su pijama de super-man
(he just turned 3 a couple months ago)

Wha ta siendo?
he asks again

standing by the breakfast table
she kisses my lips
now visible because I trimmed my beard

la abrazo y le digo
"I've kissed this skin for over ten years now"

first she smiles
then she explains to the boy as he observes from the brown sofa

sus ojitos cafes
está contento con el mundo y con su vida
so far so good

"Que estás haciendo"
she explains to him

"Que estás haciendo,
así se dice mijo"

Wha ta siendo?
he repeats

Spontaneous and smooth
como los sonidos de Miles Davis
breathing life from his horns

and that's the kind of song we get from him
as he sits on the brown sofa and wonders about this moment

(mostly English from me, most of the time
puro Español con ella, siempre)

his song is forming

and so,
all he can think of
early in the morning is to ask us

What are we siendo?

Smooth and natural like the sounds of Miles

and we kiss the morning air
and turn around to see him grow into
yet another day

Una mañana de besos y canción