martes, 22 de agosto de 2006

And some more

The Eskimos got thirty different names for snow, I say. I read it in a book.

I got a cousin, Rachel says. She got three different names.

There ain’t different kinds of snow, Lucy says. There are two kinds. The clean kind and the dirty kind, clean and dirty. Only two.

There are a million zillion kinds, says Nenny. No two exactly alike. Only how do you remember which one is which?

She got three last names and, let me see, two first names. One in English and one in Spanish…

And clouds got at least ten different names, I say.

Names for clouds? Nenny asks. Names just like you and me?

That up there, that’s Cumulus, and everybody looks up.

Cumulus are cute, Rachel says. She would say something like that.

What’s that one there? Nenny ask, pointing a finger.

That’s Cumulus too. They’re all Cumulus today. Cumulus, Cumulus, Cumulus, Cumulus.

No, she says. That there is Nancy, otherwise known as Pig-eye. And over there her cousin Mildred, and little Joe, Marco, Nereida and Sue.

There are all different kinds of clouds can you think of?

Well, there’s these already that look like shaving cream…

And what about the kind that looks like you combed it’s hair? Yes, those are clouds too.

Phyllis, Ted, Alfredo and Julie…

There are clouds that look like big fields of sheep, Rachel says. Them are my favourite.

And don’t forget nimbus the rain cloud, I add that’s something.

Jose and Dagoberto, Alicia, Raul, Edna, Alma and Rickey…

There’s that wide puffy cloud that looks like your face when you wake up after falling asleep with all your clothes on.

Reynaldo, Angelo, Albert, Armando, Mario…

Not my face. Looks like your fat face.

Rita, Margie, Ernie…

Whose fat face?

Esperanza’s fat face, that’s who. Looks like Esperanza’s ugly face when she comes to school in the morning.

Anita, Stella, Dennis, and Lolo…

Who are you calling ugly, ugly?

Richie, Yolanda, Hector, Stevie, Vincent…

Not you. Your mama, that’s who.

My mama? You better not be saying that Lucy Guerrero. You better not be talking like that… else you can say good bye to being my friend for ever.

I’m saying your mama is ugly like… ummm…
… like bare feet in September!

That does it! Both of you better get out of my yard before I call my brothers.

Oh, we’re only playing.

I can think of thirty Eskimo words for you, Rachel. Thirty words that say what you are.

Oh yeah, well I can think of some more.

Uh-oh, Nenny. Better get the broom. Too much trash in our yard today.

Franchie, Licha, Maria, Pee wee…

Nenny, you better tell your sister she is really crazy because Lucy and I are never coming back again. For ever.

Reggie, Elizabeth, Lisa, Loui…

You can do what you want to do Nenny but you better not talk to Lucy or Rachel if you want to be my sister.

You know what you are Esperanza? You are like the Cream of Wheat cereal. You are like the lumps.

Yeah, and you’re foot fleas, that’s you.

Chicken lips.

Rosemary, Dalia, Lily…

Cockroach jelly.

Jean, Geranium and Joe…

Cold frijoles.

Mimi, Michael, Moe…

Your mama’s frijoles.

Your ugly mama’s toes.

That’s stupid.

Bebe, Blanca, Benny…

Who’s stupid?

Rachel, Lucy, Esperanza, and Nenny.


The houses on Mango Street
Sandra Cisneros

1 comentario:

zah'ra dijo...

Reminds me of a Joni Mitchell song.

BOTH SIDES, NOW

Bows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere

I've looked at clouds that way


But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way

I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way

But now it's just another show
You leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away

I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say "I love you" right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way

Oh but now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I've changed
Well something's lost but something's gained
In living every day

I've looked at life from both sides now
From WIN and LOSE and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all

I've looked at life from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all


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Margaret -- my first name
My middle name: Lydia
My Canadian last name: Hall
Joan -- my Catholic confirmation name
Soreiya -- my Muslim name
Yousefi: My married name
Mom -- the name my daughter calls me.
za'hra -- my blogging name

Cheers, nice blog. :)