motherhood

when I was in my twenties one of my best friends was going out with a guy from Chile. He introduced me, the blond more european/nordic kinda person to south american music, in particular south american folk music (I was a child growing up in the early 70s, the hippy parents had imprinted me a little bit after all…). I fell in love with the music from Mercedes Sosa. One of my favorite songs from the one vinyl album that I possessed at the time was los manos de mi madre. I loved that song. Then that song was the ultimate description of motherhood for me – now forgive me I have nearly not a word of Spanish… from what I can remember from near enough 20 years ago… Listening to those magical words (and reading the translation on the cover) it was one of those defining experiences for me. The idealized picture of motherhood I created in my mind at the time, a moma in the kitchen, baking, cooking, washing, drying children’s tears, singing songs, laughing, listening, cuddling, still is with me. I would add a few activities now. Nursing, reading, drawing, crafting, building, playing, tumbling, jumping, … that’s how I see myself as a mother.

here the lyric for anyone who wants to translate it for me…

Las manos de mi madre
parecen pajaros en el aire
historias de cocina
entre sus alas heridas de hambre
las manos de mi madre
saben que ocurre por las mañanas
cuando amasa la vida
horno de barro
pan de esperanza

Las manos de mi madre
llegan al patio desde temprano
todo se vuelve fiesta cuando ella juega junto a otros pájaros
junto a los pájaros
que aman la vida y la construyen con los trabajos
arde la leña, harina y barro
lo cotidiano se vuelve mágico
se vuelve mágico

Las manos de mi madre
me representan un cielo abierto
y un recuerdo añorado
trapos calientes en los inviernos
ellas se brindan calidas, nobles, sinceras , limpias de todo
como serán las manos del que las mueve gracias al odio

Las manos de mi madre
llegan al patio desde temprano
todo se vuelve fiesta cuando ella juega junto a otros pájaros
junto a los pájaros
que aman la vida y la construyen con los trabajos
arde la leña, harina y barro
lo cotidiano se vuelve mágico
se vuelve mágico

When I was looking for an online version of this song I found out Mercedes Sosa passed away on the 3rd of October. was really really sorry to find out. She was a great singer and an had an amazing presence on stage. Rest in peace Mercedes.

PS all these music posts it’s time a bluebirdsinging is coming back from her holidays ;-) she’s much better at this. And she might just know some spanish…

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