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Medley The ones of the tacatá*

A proverb tells us that “the Devil knows
much more because he is old than because he is the Devil” and that may be true,
but the Devil, as the proverb does not mention it,
would even wiser if he were a woman
because I have the experience of life,
life that I was able to give from my womb.
And now that my hair is silver,
I am the greatest witch you will ever find.
I have dominated the recipe of the best soups,
and I know all the remedies for each illness.
I scare away ghosts when you are afraid,
and I keep, if you want, all your secrets.
With a chat and coffee,
it is enough for me to heal you, and I do it very well.
I sing you a thousand songs when you are sleepy.
And I already know what you want if you give me a kiss.
I find in a moment what you lost,
and looking at your face I know what you did…
And now tell me if it isn't true that the Devil would not be wiser if he were a woman…
 

It happens,
it happens that life is like that thread that always passes
and changes,
changes and doesn't stop,
that it is the times what are changing you.
So many,
so many modern things with how simple things are.
Before,
before the family was all gathered around the table.
It rules,
today everything is ruled by the schedule of studies and work,
they are in charge,
the children who are prisoners of this system
where parents don't have time to enjoy them.
Before,
before the stories of grandparents were better than fairy tales
now if a grandparent wants to tell you a story you don't have time,
and when they leave, now is when you miss them.
My childhood friends,
the children of the neighbors were the same as my siblings.
There was no need for a babysitter before,
there was a nursery at each door of the building.
Before,
before the elders always entertained you with games
while the children of the present carry a mobile phone as a companion.
Life is like a thread that runs away from us and gets tangled up
and what was simple yesterday, we see it differently now.
 

My faithful friend,
my partner,
a lifetime,
always by my side.
How many moments
have I kept
here in my chest,
and you by my side?
The count is lost
of the sleepless nights
cutting and sewing,
turning to your wheel.
I remember that day
when with these hands
I sewed for my little girl
her white dress.
How many times have I cried
mending her uniform?
“My son, don’t go”
“Mother, I want to become a man”
And engraved in my mind
is that fourth of December1,
when we sewed the flag,
ours, the white and green one.
Always with me ready,
sewing for whoever wants me.
How could I not love you,
my friend, my partner!
 

At six in the morning
I have my coffee,
because I’m already up.
I tidy up the house a bit,
and meet up with my neighbors,
and we all go out for a walk.
When I get back, I have breakfast,
because I need my pills,
because I’m already kind of with side stitch.
I start with the food,
because time is running out,
I don’t have time for anything!
At two o’clock I pick up my grandchildren,
because my son is going to work.
Run, run!
Jump, jump!
Scold, scold!
Play, play!
And at five I go to the gym,
and at six I go to school,
then the computer course,
to the memory thing
and to swimming.
And when I get home,
I can't stay still
I iron the clothes,
I scrub the flowers,
and I sew the dress,
and I sew the dress,
and I sew the dress
for my granddaughter's dance.
Don't call me old,
sew your mouth!
Don't call me old,
sew your mouth!
I'm not old,
I'm not old,
I'm not old,
the clothes are the only old thing!
 

And now to conclude,
I bring this humble quatrain,
without further parody or disguise,
just to offer these lyrics.
Today I want to show all my respects,
but first I ask for forgiveness,
because, in order to sing to a grandmother
words are not enough,
and now the heart is the one who sings.
I want to remember those grandmothers,
those who went hungry in a war
grandmothers who worked since they were children
grandmothers without a certificate and without school
grandmothers who bled from their hands
sewing so anyone wouldn't be cold
grandmothers who raised their grandchildren,
those who gave their lives for their children
grandmothers who don't know anything about rights,
laws nor labor agreements
but who were always the first
fighting with their people in the streets.
I always heard that if only
the grandmothers were eternal
and I say that if only
I could become the half
of what my grandmother was...
Of what my grandmother was!
Of what my grandmother was!
 

• 1. Andalusian Flag Day, in commemoration of the demonstrations of the Andalusian people for the autonomy of the region that occurred on December 4, 1977.

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