Finding the time to breathe
I am happily busy responding to all the wonderful birthday e-mails I've received, which has made today far more entertaining than expected--thanks to you all!!I was listening to the radio today and recognized a song of a certain genre, one famous for originating in Bati, one of the towns I visited up north. (Bati also happens to be famous for its beer. Melancholy songs and alcohol--always a winning duo.) It's called tizita, and it means "memory song." There is a standard format/melody, and everyone adapts the song to their own memories--of people and places. It's a beautiful idea. I asked Amel to translate the chorus, and it went like this:
"Every day your memories come to me
My life can't find the time to breathe
and forget about you."
posted by Margot @ 9:31 AM
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