Listening to a Mexican love song
on the radio brings the taste of salt
on corn chips and the feel of sand
beneath my feet as I sit at a table
waiting for my fish
frito entero con limón
I can understand only a few lyrics
usually the last words of each line
el corazón, mi corazón
but I know what's going on here
mi vida, mi cariño
I can tell he is in agony
over his unrequited love
By her cooing sounds I know
she is young and beautiful
ven aquí y bésame
He is tearing out his heart
in love-sick frustration
I hit the steering wheel
Why doesn't she
put him out of his misery
and love him back!
Can't she tell
that this is killing him?
lágrimas, tristezas
Well, I can tell
not by the words but by the melody
his beautiful breaking voice
the sounds of the guitar strings
accordion and drum
mi alma, mi amor
Music needs no translation
© by Kathy Dahms Rogers.
Used with the author’s permission.
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