No tengo hermanos.
Sergio —siempre con reloj—, ya no está.
Era el único preocupado por el tiempo.
—Debo visitarlo; pero no pienso quedarme. Es frío allá.—
sábado, 29 de agosto de 2026
SERGIO
viernes, 28 de agosto de 2026
Brandy — The Looking Glass
There's a port on a western bayAnd it serves a hundred ships a dayLonely sailors pass the time awayAnd talk about their homes
And there's a girl in this harbor townAnd she works layin' whiskey downThey say, "Brandy, fetch another round"She serves them whiskey and wine
The sailors say, "Brandy, you're a fine girl" (You're a fine girl)What a good wife you would be (Such a fine girl)Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"
Brandy wears a braided chainMade of finest silver from the north of Spain,A locket that bears the nameOf a man that Brandy loves
He came on a summer's dayBringin' gifts from far awayBut he made it clear he couldn't stayNo harbor was his home
The sailor said, "Brandy, you're a fine girl —you're a fine girlWhat a good wife you would be —such a fine girlBut my life, my love, and my lady is the sea"
Brandy used to watch his eyesWhen he told his sailor's storyShe could feel the ocean fall and riseShe saw its ragin' gloryBut he had always told the truthLord, he was an honest manAnd Brandy does her best to understand
At night, when the bars close downBrandy walks through a silent townAnd loves a man who's not around
At night, when the bars close downBrandy walks through a silent townAnd loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say
She hears him say, "Brandy, you're a fine girl —you're a fine girl.What a good wife you would be —such a fine girl.But my life, my love, and my lady is the sea"
"Brandy, you're a fine girl —you're a fine girlWhat a good wife you would be —such a fine girlBut my life, my love, and my lady is the sea"
* * * * * * *
Hay un puerto en una bahía del oeste
que atiende cien barcos al día;
Los marineros solitarios pasan el tiempo
hablando de sus hogares.
Y hay una chica en este puerto pesquero
que trabaja sirviendo whisky.
Le dicen: "Brandy, trae otra ronda".
Ella les sirve whisky y vino.
Los marineros dicen:
"Brandy, eres una gran chica" —eres una gran chica—,
"Qué buena esposa serías" —una chica maravillosa—.
"Tus ojos podrían retirar a un marinero del mar..."
Brandy lleva una cadena trenzada
hecha de la mejor plata del norte de España,
y una medalla que lleva el nombre
del hombre al que Brandy ama.
Él llegó un día de verano
trayendo regalos desde muy lejos,
pero dejó claro que no podía quedarse;
ningún puerto era su hogar.
El marinero dijo:
"Brandy, eres una gran chica" —(eres una gran chica)—
"Qué buena esposa serías" —(una chica maravillosa)—
"Pero mi vida, mi amor y mi pasión es el mar".
* * * * * * *
Sí, Brandy observaba sus ojos
cuando él contaba sus historias de marinero;
Ella podía sentir el vaivén del océano, y
ver su gloria embravecida.
Pero él siempre había dicho la verdad;
Dios, él era un hombre honesto, y
Brandy hace todo lo posible por comprenderlo.
* * * * * * *
Por la noche, cuando cierran el bar,
Brandy camina por el pueblo en silencio
Extrañando a un hombre que no está presente;
Y todavía puede oírle decir...
Le oye decir:
"Brandy, eres una gran chica" —(eres una gran chica)—
"Qué buena esposa serías" —(una chica maravillosa)—
"Pero mi vida, mi amor y mi dama es el mar".
Brandy ⁄ The Looking Glass
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DVx8L7a3MuE
ACOSO ESCOLAR EN MÉXICO
... falla de las escuelas y la omisión de las autoridades.
La violencia en todos los niveles educativos persiste en México y tiende a crecer, sobre todo en contra de niñas y alumnos en situación vulnerable.
https://www.reporteindigo.com/nacional/acoso-escolar-en-mexico-exhibe-la-falla-de-las-escuelas-y-la-omision-de-las-autoridades-20260129-0133.html
Elizabeth GONZÁLEZ–MANRIQUE / Reporte Índigo
miércoles, 26 de agosto de 2026
Tiny Dancer / Reginald Dwight — Elton John
TINY DANCER
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsL0j9MkL4w
Blue jean baby, LA lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile,
You’ll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her, dancing in the sand
And now she’s in me, always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street, handing tickets out for God
Turning back, she just laughs, the boulevard is not that bad
Piano man, he makes his stand, in the auditorium
Looking on, she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums
But how it feels so real, lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me, when I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer, tiny dancer, count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen, you had a busy day today
Hold me closer, tiny dancer, count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen, you had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, LA lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you married the music man
Ballerina, you must’ve seen her dancing in the sand
And now she’s in me, always with me, Tiny Dancer in my head
But, oh, how it feels so real, lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me, when I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer, tiny dancer, count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen, you had a busy day today
Hold me closer, tiny dancer, and count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen, you had a busy day today.
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