Flag, wave...
wave, wave, wave Flag, wave
when my Flag waves, I feel great pride
I wave it in every way I can and the wind will help me
feel how it waves with its "borinqueanidad"
wave, wave, wave Flag wave
when my Flag waves, I feel great pride
come over here so you can see it shine sensationally
it is the most cherished medal that I can show to the world
wave, wave, wave Flag wave
when my Flag waves, I feel great pride
From Puerto Rico is the idea, and furthermore...la la la
Text: A social song is also a love theme that discovers the emotional conflicts in a society which castrates our love, or at least attempts to do so - Tite Curet
Isadora, because you were pampered by the world
Because you marked a pattern in your way of dancing
with admiration, with affection
and with respect, we want to give you
this simple homage
I know you disliked that I planted my flag
since what I say,
attention you singer, it gets repeated everywhere
Latin town, from whatever city
It is now time, for unity
The time has rung to shake hands
as protection
Latin town, from whatever neighbourhood
From whatever city
Just like a root, my presence remained
I know that your life was once commanded by reason
but it could not escape yesterday
your heart
Your love is yesterday's newspaper
His songs marked an era in Puerto Rican music
and today, after a legal dispute of over 15 years
almost 700 songs from Tite Curet Alonso can now be heard on the radio
with this Special, Tite Curet Alonso makes history again
and radio hosts warn that this is only the beginning
chorus: "this is guaguanco, this is guaguanco"
How was Tite?
Like Ismael used to say
a cool black guy
good person, he had an endless sense of humour
good Puerto Rican, good brother, intelligent, creative
not average
And it was daily that Tite would come here with his notepad and sit down
and at some point he would disappear and head to the office
then he would be back with a song just written for the person that was waiting
I wasn't aware he was a writer, I knew he was a showbiz journalist
But then when he began releasing them... all those monstruosities!
man was a genius
the sense, it was town feeling
Once he went to look for me in Wapa
he said, "listen, there is a girl in Cuba people call Lupe La Loca"
who would have thought that 8 years later
La Lupe would be singing Tite's songs and have such great popularity
The top hits that Tite gave to Fania were almost always special order for the artist
because he knew all the artists he would size them up accordingly
to their own style and everything else
Roses, roses, nonetheless roses
Fundación Ismael Rivera, Villa Palmeras, Santurce, Puerto Rico
Nonetheless roses for the one who forgot me
Better bring a bouquet of roses filled with spring and colour
Nonetheless roses for the one who forgot me
Better bring a bouquet of roses filled with spring and colour
Even though weariness, difference and forgetfulness
fall on what once was lived, at the end, like the curtains
I bring a bouquet, a bouquet of pretty flowers
of scented colours, for the one who forgot me
Nonetheless roses for the one who forgot me
a woman is a flower, with passion thorns
(chorus) Roses, roses, nonetheless roses
(chorus)
I don't care if they wither, I'll send her pretty flowers anyway I can
(chorus)
Nonetheless, nonetheless roses, that black girl has flavour
(chorus)
No, no, no...I will keep on sending her roses
(chorus)
(chorus)
Hey Roberto, look at that thing
(chorus)
Hey Tite this is for you, thank you...Roberto and Jerry
We are in El Quenepo now, and this reminds me
of everyday life, the usual reunion among us musicians
this corner was for the musicians, over there the phone company
further away the gossipers and in that little chair over there is where Catalino Curet sat down
there is where many things happened, many stories
one of which has to do with this gentleman here, what happened?
what happened was simple, remember that afternoon I came to tell you
Hey Robe, this and that is happening to me with Fania, with Jerry Masucci
they want me to record with some other musicians, to hell with that I want to record with mine!
I want to record with the ones from La Libre
but Fania wanted an All Star Orchestra for me
meanwhile I was telling you all this,
Don Catalino Curet Alonso was with his pencil writing and writing
and when I finished my lament he also finished the song and gave it to you
once you handed it to Papo Lucca it became part of history
Concepcion's Lament, history
there is many laments around
also The Goodbye Guaguanco, some other of his writings that people found hurting
Cheo's Lament!
but that was Catalino Curet Alonso,
tremendous human being
tremendous person, tremendous composer and tremendous friend
Barrio San Agustin del Sur, Caracas, Venezuela
Hot buns, buns filled with chicken, get your buns!
This is our village's lament
told by a man: Concepcion
As if everything was missing in his life
Concepcion! Raise your sight to the sky
As if the the world was falling upon him
Concepcion! Spoke out his grief
He would say: "I got kids to support" (bis)
Even though I am from the bottom class, what does that have to do with it
I have the same right to life
Even though I am from the bottom class, what does that have to do with it
I have the same right to life
It is so much work to find what to work for
It is so much work to have no work
It is so much work to find what to work for
It is so much work to have no work
it's not easy
but go for it my friend
As if everything was missing in his life
Concepcion! Raise your sight to the sky
As if the world was falling upon him
Concepcion! Spoke out his grief
(chorus) Concepcion! Raise your sight to the sky
He goes around yelling " I got kids to support!"
30 years have gone by
since Concepcion first lamented
governments have changed, fashion has changed
but the situation is the same
(chorus)
It's enough I can't take it anymore
please God help me
my kids are crying from hunger
Show me the light to save them, I beg you
(chorus)
I don't want my kid to be a bum, no way my Lord
Despite my mistakes let him overcome all resentments so he can live better than me
(chorus)
looking for solutions
Concepcion! It is not difficult to fall but rather to rise up quickly
I know that you will make it my friend, go for it!
(chorus)
On top of ignorance and governmental populism
there goes Concepcion completely faithful waiting for coffee to rain from the sky
(chorus)
Homage to Tite Curet, a writer with an infinite pen
so you enjoy it in heaven with all the salseros
dedicated to you by Trina Medina from Venezuela
(chorus)
Thanks don Tite for this legacy of stories
for music, the Caribbean and towns worldwide
Amen
Ruben Blades: "I wanna call to stage a great friend of mine who happens to be around: Tite Curet Alonso"
"Let's give a round of applause to one of the best composers in the Caribbean, if not the best"
"Don Tite Curet Alonso"
My intent was for people to know Tite
This man you see here, he was who composed "Las caras lindas",
he wrote "La tirana", "Anacaona", all this songs, people did not know Tite
I met Tite in Venezuela in 1993
Ruben Blades was here for the 2nd Latin American Music Festival
I was given the chance to open up the show for him in the Poliedro
For many reasons Tite loved my work that night
He connected with my Mom, who is also a singer, backstage
We all went back to my place
And the great surprise for me was that before he left back to Puerto Rico
He shows up at my house with a cassette that had 4 songs he had composed specially for me
Written by Tite Curet!
(chorus) Camilo Manriquez died, deep in the plantation, mate
Deep in the plantation, mate, people are nothing but shadows
(chorus)
Camilo the Indian died, beaten up by his landlord
(chorus)
It is very difficult to bring together in one show two stars of the magnitude of Trina Medina and Ruben Blades
Tonight is a memorable night
I believe we can all feel proud of being present here
In this act that is rigorously true, rigorously valuable and unforgettable at the same time
Tite's songs are hits and remain in people's memory
Because they talk about their own stories
Poor people are everywhere,
Spiteful women are everywhere,
"Mason Johns" are everywhere, without out them there would be no houses
So when people listen to this songs, on top of the cool arrangements,
and that it goes deep into your bones
You start feeling like, oh hey, that is not the life of "The Tyrant" , that's the life of Trina Medina
I mean I was also beaten up, I was also mistreated
Mr. "John Mason" thinks well look at all the houses I built
He walks by and goes into the shopping centre and maybe tells his son
"You know what, I placed those blocks over there!"
Thanks to that, because if it reaches your soul and you are able to identify with it then you own it
So Tite's songs stop belonging to him when the world concludes: "This is my story , this is mine"
Calle Nueva Palma, Barrio Tastalleres, Santurce, Puerto Rico
For me Guaguanco is like dawn
Is sadness that makes me want to smile
every morning,
Is what comes from the hood and reaches the soul
what gets filtered through the heart
what becomes a crazy feeling in our veins
what makes me throb out of emotion
For me, Guaguanco is all of that (bis)
It is more than a brunnette shaking
her hips as if they were a revolution
it goes further than a drumbeat
and even love seems to me like Guaguanco
For me Guaguanco is like dawn
because it sparked like a light inside the soul
it is a true driving force
it is the cadence that brings me happiness (bis)
(chorus) This is Guaguanco, this is Guaguanco
I asked Cheo for permission and he asked Coco
(chorus)
The echo of a drumbeat in Venezuela kept on beating until dawn
(chorus)
Since you asked me for salsa, salsa is what I deliver
(chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus)
Hey! Here is a gathering on the summit just like Tite once dreamed it
(chorus)
Tite Curet's mom was a teacher
from the popular and cultured world
he was going to develop a special sensitivity
that he was able to express in a time when the country underwent important changes
He moved during his early childhood from Guayabas to Santurce
and this context is important
because Santurce had the quality, in the one hand, of a strong tradition of free black men
and at an artistic level there was the "Bomba"
and at the same time it was the meeting point of all Puerto Rico
Tite's migration happens together with a great migration of puerto ricans to Santurce
to the point that Santurce had the largest population increase during the first 50 years of the 20th century
becoming the country's most important urban centre
a meeting point for people from out of town and those who had already developed a crab culture
and that enriched the traditional "bomba" with country "trova", "boleros" from all places
Santurce was the example of what was later going to happen in the following decades
With all Latin Americans in New York
and what was happening in other Latin American cities during the migration of people from out of town into them
Tite's daily experiences in Barrio Obrero in Santurce
would pick up all the different manifestations and expressions of what was then Puerto Rico
so the world of music joins the world of literature and together develop into very wordy songs
that maintain however a rhythmic and danceable richness
such are the songs of Bobby Capo and Tite Curet Alonso
Villa Santurce, El Barrio, New York
(chorus) Cucubano, Cucubano! I am the star of the night on the mountains as well as on the plains
Goes down the hill and then up, goes up the hill and then down
Velvet of the night where I am the green stitch (bis)
(chorus) Cucubano...
You will find my shine that shines
And my light like a seed
A velvet of hope so humble that it humiliates you (bis)
And you'll notice, that I break the night
where I go I am the light that amazes you
Walk my way to that tomorrow you are calling upon (bis)
(chorus) Cucubano...
And I am the green moon in the darkness
He who sees me will always remember me
A miracle of the savanna and of the sovereign summit (bis)
(Chorus) Cucubano....
And I am fleeting, straightforward a traveler
A blink, lightly transient
The unforgettable spark, the sun of a heated good bye (bis)
(chorus) On the mountain!
From the mountain I come my brother
(chorus) On the plain!
Following the light that shines from el Cucubano
(chorus) On the mountain!
I sing to Tite Curet because he is a good Borincano
Yerbabuena sings for you my brother
Look how the Cucubano's light shines
From the mountain to the plains
I would like to bring you the first trovador child that approached me
and I approached him: Luis Daniel Colon!
You've recorded before we recorded together, right?
"Yes, yes" How was that recording?
"It was a recording with Ismael Miranda, where Don Tite gave the chance to record with Ismael"
Don Tite eh? "Yes, Don Tite" And Don Tite is the composer of this song we are about to sing
The Trovador Child
"What you tell me singing is what I'll do from now on"
"I'll always be thankful trovando into the future"
And I'll be listening to you, I bless you Luis Daniel
"Till forever my good friend"
Good bye my trovador son
And from humbleness grow love
and God will sing with you!
Tite, you always write the last words of the program
this time there is a special feeling on those words and I would like you to share them with me, you agree?
"I dare to do it, the risk is yours"
As I get to know it better, I feel my land grows
and inside of me a certain love duplicates
your picturesque flavour
so Boricua, day and night
Seasons with sympathy an adorable condiment
The enchanted moment of walking by my land (bis)
Mountains of greenness
Smooth crest hills
Incomparable forests
And people of pure smile
Valleys of ripe fruit
Towns, calmness, cheerfulness
Wherever there is the Puerto Rican normal happiness
To feel like I own it, I visit my land (bis)
It is the wide view
the motherly terrain
the green therapy
Poem, colour and drama
And my sight pours into the tropical poetry
Puerto Rican harmony
ours like the "ay bendito" (oh holy)
It happens to be good and nice to get to know my land (bis)
Deep land there is a path of caring hospitality
Open nature offers a healthy lifestyle
And in my soul a noble matter awakens
And a race that guides me to know beauty
Of how such a precious stamp distinguishes my land (bis)
-End of Part 1-
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