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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Guarambare

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These views do not represent in any way shape or form the opinion of the Peace Corps or of the United States government. The thoughts here are personal in nature and do not reflect any other ideas but our own.

I think Iko my host father would like nothing more than to converse with me and teach me Guarani all day long sipping terere and laughing and saying the few token english words he knows: Oh my Coy (oh my god) for example. We met his older sister Gloria with no teeth and his leathery mother whose spanish is so influenced by her guarani that i cant understand a word she says. at her house, we collected a variety of yuyus (medicinal remedies) for the mediamanana terere; kapi`i kati, cerdon kapii, burrito, tarope and others. They also cultivate pineapple, avocado, oranges, lemon and lime, banana and mandarines. At lunch, Miriam my host mother made conversation by sharing dirty stories about koreans. the national pastime is doing nothing at all.

to arrive at our casita from el centro, you need to walk on the main stone road, past the mercado and all the despensitas, past the plaza with canchas de futbol vacas grazing placdily while munching the field along with their cud, and turn left after the one iglesia in town. from there you conintue straight for a about a quarter mile in the red dirt, passing viviendas and more despensitas, avoiding the motos and the buey (castrated bulls that usually pull wooden carts), then the street dead ends and jogs to the right where it becomes la calle Lazarito. When you get to the caballo tied up on the calle, take a left and cross the arroyito and head up the grass pathway that leads to Zona Alta. to be continued...

1 Comments:

Blogger Alex LR said...

Mi Patria soñada

Fulgura en mis sueños una patria nueva
que augusta se eleva de la gloria al reino
libre de ataduras nativas o extrañas
guardando en la entraña su prenda futura.

Patria que no tenga hijos desgraciados
ni amos insaciados que usurpan sus bienes
pueblo soberano por su democracia
huerto con fragancias de fueros humanos.

Es un paraíso sin guerra entre hermanos
rico en hombres sanos de alma y corazón
con niños alegres y madres felices
y un Dios que bendice su nueva ascensión.

Patria sin muralla para el pensamiento
libre como el viento sin miedo a metrallas
la nación modelo que por su cultura
se eleve a la altura de todos los cielos.

Donde alegres trinos de son libertarios
a los proletarios y a los campesinos
patria donde haya voces de estudiantes
promesas vibrantes de luz paraguaya.

Sueño en una patria sin hambre ni penas
ni odiosas cadenas que empañen
su honor donde el bien impere sin sangre
ni luto bajo su impoluto manto tricolor.

Letra: Carlos Miguel Giménez
Música: Agustín Barboza

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