Viky Dreams

I know it’s a sad scene, but it always called my attention that Fina got out of bed, wrote a long letter while crying, closed the door and left, and doña Marta kept sleeping.

DOÑA MARTA IS SUCH-A-HEAVY-SLEEPER.

(The story would be so different if she had a light sleep 😭)

As usual, can't stop relating tunes/songs to Mafin (in this case, Marta's lost heart). And it happened that I was listening to this yesterday:

Como siempre, no puedo evitar relacionar melodías/canciones con Mafin (en este caso, el corazón que se le ha perdido a Marta). Y resulta que ayer estaba escuchando esto:

(sic) “Por un camino iba yo buscando la dicha mía: lo que mis sacais miraron mi corasón no lo orvía. Por la verea iba yo. A cuantos le conocían -¿le habéis visto?-preguntaba, y nadie me respondía. Por el camino iba yo y mi amor no parecía. Er yanto der corasón por er rostro me caía. La verea se estrechaba y er día se iba acabando. A la oriyita der río estaba un hombre pescando. Mientras las aguas corrían iba el pescador cantando: ¡No quiero apresarlos pececillos del río; quiero hallar un corasón que se me ha perdío! -Pescador que estás pescando, si has perdido un corasón, a mí me lo están robando a traición.”

El Amor Brujo (versión de 1915); Acto I: Romance del pescador

Compositor: Manuel de Falla

Letristas: Manuel de Falla, María Martínez Sierra, Gregorio Martínez Sierra.

“I walked along a road looking for my love; what my eyes saw my heart could not forget. Along the path I went. To those who knew him I asked, ‘Have you seen him?’– and no one answered me. Along the path I went and my love I did not see. The cry of my heart could be seen on my face. The path became narrower and the day was ending. On the bank of a little river a man was fishing. While the waters flowed past the man was singing, ‘I don’t want to pluck little fishes from the river. I want to catch a heart that has been lost to me!’ ‘Fisherman who is fishing, if you have lost a heart, mine has been treacherously stolen!’”

El Amor Brujo (Love, the Magician) (1915 version); Act I: Romance del pescador (The Story of the Fisherman)

Composer: Manuel de Falla

Lyricists: Manuel de Falla, María Martínez Sierra, Gregorio Martínez Sierra.

English translation by NAXOS.

No te preocupes, te prometo que yo mañana estaré presentable para recibir a Miguel Ángel Baca y fingiré que soy feliz. Fingiré incluso que me importa que llegues a la cumbre. Y sonreiré. Sonreiré mucho, aunque por dentro esté deshecha. Y nadie lo va a notar. ¿Sabes por qué? Porque llevo haciéndolo toda mi vida.

Don't worry, I promise that tomorrow I'll be presentable to welcome Miguel Ángel Baca and I'll pretend to be happy. I'll even pretend that I care about you reaching the top. And I'll smile. I'll smile a lot, even though inside I'll be falling apart. And no one will notice. Do you know why? Because I've been doing it all my life.

“No ves que las palabras no consuelan”

“Se ha ido … sin mí”

This is an emotional massacre 😭

Marta de la Reina. The tragic, romantic heroine that you are!!!

Someone hold her, for goodness sake. She’s fading and she’s fading fast 🥺 (if only Fina could see the consequences of her actions … it would kill her)

Alas.

One more drink because we’re all on the brink 🥃