They say that Marisol was born with
la suerte
Ever since she was a penqueña
luck followed her
like a hermanito
la suerte
Ever since she was a penqueña
luck followed her
like a hermanito
They say that when Marisol dreamt of numbers
her tío played them and won
She carried a rabbit’s foot on her key ring
wore 3 azabaches around her neck
and had a statue of the Virgen María in her yard
because, even with la suerte,
you can never be too careful
No sense in leaving a puerta abierta
for the mala suerte
her tío played them and won
She carried a rabbit’s foot on her key ring
wore 3 azabaches around her neck
and had a statue of the Virgen María in her yard
because, even with la suerte,
you can never be too careful
No sense in leaving a puerta abierta
for the mala suerte
The day that Marisol met Marco
he was cursing at a flat tire in the rain
Marco didn’t believe in luck
or dreams
or God
He believed in logic,
rationality,
proof
he was cursing at a flat tire in the rain
Marco didn’t believe in luck
or dreams
or God
He believed in logic,
rationality,
proof
When Marco left his hat on the bed
he laughed at Marisol’s scolding
and he never hung the medal of San Cristóbal
from his car mirror either
he laughed at Marisol’s scolding
and he never hung the medal of San Cristóbal
from his car mirror either
But they say that when Marco first kissed Marisol
he was heard to whisper, “Dios mío”
After that, he believed.
he was heard to whisper, “Dios mío”
After that, he believed.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Open Link Monday and (very late) for The Mag, Mag 206
10 comments:
hay, lolamouse, gracias for writing about me. you do know my name is marco, no? this made me feel good
buena suerte, mi amiga
I wish I better understood Spanish to fully appreciate this poem - but it sounds very passionate!
ha. of course he did...and hey my two years of high school spanish came in handy...smiles...very cool
love this. muy bueno!
I know just enough Spanish to stretch to the rest in this rocking poem of transformation. Marvelous story!
Oh yes, I bet he was converted, then! What a delight.
brushing off my high school Spanish (two Swiffers worth)... there is a sensual quality to the conversion... enjoyed this very much...
liquid and luscious, lolamouse :) ~
My my...there is heat in this...love it!!
Quite the kiss!
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