We must remember that mothers in the world are the most significant beings to give continuity to that loving warmth of home and that inalienable tenderness of his being as a thinking being, a being that not only thinks but feels the pain of others as well as their own. I title the theme as: "A Sad Reality" because those who go through this terrible experience live in a terrifying world, full of anguish and uneasiness. Forgive me if the theme is not exactly the tic related to contemplation but it is a contemplation from the real to transfer it to the musical notes that give it the sense and we can multiply the message by intoning the melodies that it contains.
It is about a couple who have only one child. The husband, for some reasons, treats the wife badly with the presence of the child. Until he gets tired of so much abuse and decides to leave the house with his little son. Finally years later her son dies of an overdose and his mother is left alone walking down the street crying for what she once had and lost. The only thing left for her to do is to go to her son's grave from time to time to mourn him.
I did the theme in a traditional rhythm of my country known as "Gaita Margariteña". Although these are squared in Decimas I did them in quatrains, breaking a little with the structure, this rhythm is exclusive of the Margarita Island located to the North of Venezuela in the Caribbean Sea or Sea of the Antilles. I hope you like it.
Walking and crestfallen
with a lost look
she goes in search of a way out
with her anguish and pain.
She has lost a hope
that left great wounds
the soul of a loved one
who recently died.
It is the soul of that son
who was for a long time
suffering from a torment
that the drug provoked.
*To you, to you I am going to recommend
our children need the love of our home
They say that his mother one day
because of the way she treated him
and that she mistreated her husband with blows
her husband abandoned her.
She took the child in her arms
with tears in her eyes
and so with her great anger
with her son, she left.
After a few years
that child with his mother
and the mistreatment of that father
that case was not talked about.
*To you, to you I am going to recommend
our children need the love of our home
But it is said that that child
who later became a man
got into bad habits
and gave himself to drugs.
They say that one morning
his mother woke him up
when she saw that he did not respond
she cried on the bed.
What a sadness for a mother
to live in the dark
and cry over the grave
of that being she loved so much.
*To you, to you I am going to recommend
our children need the love of our home
Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)
Caminando y cabizbaja
con la mirada perdida
va en busca de una salida
con su angustia y su dolor.
Ha perdido una esperanza
que dejó grandes heridas
el alma de un ser querido
que hace poco se murió.
Es el alma de aquel hijo
que estuvo por mucho tiempo
padeciendo de un tormento
que la droga provocó.
A usted, a usted le voy a recomendar
nuestros hijos necesitan del amor de nuestro hogar
A usted, a usted le voy a recomendar
nuestros hijos necesitan del amor de nuestro hogar
Cuentan que su madre un día
por el trato que le daba
y que a golpes maltrataba
a su esposo abandonó.
Tomó al niño entre sus brazos
con lágrimas en los ojos
y así con su gran enojo
con su hijo se marchó.
Luego de unos cuantos años
aquel niño con su madre
y el maltrato de aquel padre
de ese caso no se habló.
A usted, a usted le voy a recomendar
nuestros hijos necesitan del amor de nuestro hogar
A usted, a usted le voy a recomendar
nuestros hijos necesitan del amor de nuestro hogar
Pero cuentan que aquel niño
que luego se hizo un hombre
se metió en los malos pasos
y a las drogas se entregó.
Dicen que una mañana
su madre lo despertaba
al ver que no respondía
sobre el lecho ella lloró.
Qué tristeza de una madre
de vivir con la penumbra
y llorar sobre la tumba
de aquel ser que tanto amó.
A usted, a usted le voy a recomendar
nuestros hijos necesitan del amor de nuestro hogar
A usted, a usted le voy a recomendar
nuestros hijos necesitan del amor de nuestro hogar
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It's a song with a message that is so real. These searches for highs, through drugs and other ways, I think they are pleas to be home with the heavenly father. I think we people in our worldly existence have these desires to go home to heaven, even if we have to rush to the grave, even if we have to hurt the people we love in order to get there faster. But I feel there's another way to get to heaven. A way of quiet, stillness, going inward, where heaven is. Your song brings this contemplation to my mind, as I listen, and get a sense for the message. Thank you.
Es una canción con un mensaje tan real. Estas búsquedas de drogadictos, a través de las drogas y de otras formas, creo que son súplicas para estar en casa con el padre celestial. Creo que las personas en nuestra existencia mundana tenemos estos deseos de ir a casa al cielo, incluso si tenemos que apresurarnos a la tumba, incluso si tenemos que herir a las personas que amamos para llegar más rápido. Pero siento que hay otra forma de llegar al cielo. Un camino de quietud, quietud, ir hacia adentro, donde está el cielo. Tu canción trae esta contemplación a mi mente, mientras escucho, y obtengo un sentido del mensaje. Gracias.
Muchas gracias @cabelindsay
Que gran mensaje trae esta canción, sin duda que el amor del hogar es importante, sobre todo cuando somos niños o mas jóvenes y estamos en formación. Saludos.
Muchas gracias. @musicandreview