Sera bo wowonan, subi seru di Cristoffel mira leu
Bista riba Banda bou, dushi Kòrsou, awanan blou
Pieda, sekura i infrou
Hal’ un rosea, purba hol’e bientu salu di Wespen
Bo n’ hole pa tantu ten
No lubidá, holó di Plaza, bient’i Pasaat i flamboyan
Ora friu kuminsá, o situashon ta fèrfelu
Danki Dios ku bo por
Rekordá bo infansia den kalor
Dushi lugá kaminda den mi soño mi ke ta…
Purba bo lágrima, ta e salu di sodó’i despue’i trabou
Di karnisá i bakiou, di un bon stobá
Di funchi ku piská
Guiambo, kadushi o salmou
Para bo’i awa. Den bo fantasia bo ta den laman
Gosando ku bo amigunan
Un barbecue djadumingu,
Solo, muzik i hubentut
Ora friu kuminsá, o situashon ta fèrfelu
I ora kos ta berans o ora sneu kai fo’i shelu
Ora awa ta kai o si bo n’tin kompañero
Danki Dios ku bo por
Rekordá bo infansia den kalor
Ku amor
Dushi Kòrsou… |
Close your eyes, go up Mount Christoffel (highest top of Curaçao) and enjoy the sight. The view of Bandabou (place in Curaçao), darling Curaçao, blue waters, stones, dryness and cactus’s.
Take a deep breath, try to smell the salty air typical of Wespen (place in Curaçao), you haven’t smelled this for such a long time. Don’t forget the smell of the old market place, the trade wind and the flamboyant.
And when the cold sets in or when things are not going your way thank god you can still reminisce about your youth in the sun. Lovely place where in my dreams I’d like to be.
Taste your tears, they’re as salty as the islanders’ after-work sweat, as salty as karnisá, bakiou, a great stew, fish and funchi, guiambo, kadushi or salmon (some of the great local dishes).
Stand under the shower and let your fantasy take you to the sea where you’re enjoying with your friends, a barbecue. Just a Sunday filled with sun, music and youth.
So when the cold sets in or when things aren’t going your way, when your finances are a mess or just when it’s snowing, when rain pours down from the sky or when you just don’t have a companion, thank God you can still reminisce about your youth in the sun with love. Darling Curaçao… |
