Last week in our customary Sunday story - Where did your name come from? We talked about the names and we took out the magnificent Evio Di Marzo song from the trunk as a soundtrack. As if not to believe, almost 24 hours later, I would find out about the infamous act that took the life of the "Pana Evio". That's why today we wanted to make this small and humble tribute ...
That Sunday afternoon the heat was noticeable in Francisco's long sleeve shirt, with its 3/4 parts moistened by sweat. From the front of the house, the grandfather Lucas called with him shirt hanging on his shoulder. "Come here, friend Fran, here is cooler!" His future wife, Aunt Saida, finally left the room at the same time that on the radio of the old Pickup sounded "Manantial de Corazones". Right away "Saidita" with her spoiled voice No. 3 commented to "Fran" Babe, I would love to have all the collection of that guy ... How beautiful are her songs! Ismaelito, my Cousin, put a stop to his task of removing the seeds of the jovito ice cream that he ate to says: -Hey Fran, that if it's going to be cheap, because that guy has only one disc- That was a big surprise for Saida. She had been listening to Yordano on the radio for almost two years, and it was not possible that he had a single disc, in the same period that Julio Jaramillo already had more than three. We were at the beginning of the golden era of the Venezuelan "movida". The 1x1 promoted by the government of Luis Herrera Campins had given equal opportunities to many Venezuelan artists who now occupied a space beyond the "gig" of the weekend. They appeared Yordano, Franco de Vita, Ilan Chester, Karina, and Guillermo Dávila as flag. Behind them also let other more experimental strains Colina and Adrenalina Caribe.
I did not meet Evio Di Marzo in person. The little I know about him is through his music. I must confess that his pop-latino mix experiment seemed very Daiquiri (foolishness of a pre-adolescent). Until I let myself be enveloped by the Jungle of the Time.
Long before the Spaniards arrived
Long before blacks and whites arrived
Already in America the Indians, dominated the stars
Already in America the Indians, dominated the beauty
and in the afternoons I can see it reflected in the sky
in the sky, the sky of the time, long before.
The sky of the time ....
Long before the guns arrived, Bam! Bam!
Long before you have consolation with them
Already in America there were cities and fields
Already in America lived women and children
and in the afternoons that still sway to the beat of the Gods
of the Jungle, the Jungle of Time, Long before
The Jungle of the Time ......
Chorus: Jungle of the Time
Envelope me again in you
Jungle of the Time
Show me the way again
Jungle of the Time
Jungle...
Long before your ideas came
Long before you have consolations with them. You took care!
The destiny that awaits you, God has calculated
And for more you insist, with the devil on your side
The stars of the jungle you can never reach,
because of your eagerness
Your desire for greed.
Much earlier, where, the Jungle of the time
With a mixture of depth and simplicity, I saw an ancestral protest reflected. The lyrics and the sound of this song made me rethink my concept about the band.
Same year and same album. And the buddy Evio teaches me that spite can be danced with this very good theme !!!
Walking I saw one like you
Similar to you,
but it was not you
Without you
The days fly by
But you do not pass
Never
Hears
Never
Never
Never
Never
Walking I saw one like you
Just seeing her there,
I thought it was you
Without you
The days fly by
But you do not pass
Never
No Way, not ohhhh, life
Never
Never
Never
Never
Demystifying the fact that men do cry, Evio taught me that it is not easy for a woman to love. Many years later, another very good Venezuelan band Los Amigos Invisibles, paid tribute by adding this song to their list of megahits on the album Superpop Venezuela. I like the two versions. but here I leave the original
If you leave now
Do not return anymore
if it is forever
Now if you go
just for a while
tell me now, tell me already
Today's life has so much to give
that does not make sense
that you stay with me
Go away, no more
does the distance well, and rolling discover the roads of the world
I know that you will enjoy again with me
again
It is not easy to love
to a woman
It is not easy to love
to a woman
It is not easy to love
to a woman
It is not easy to love
If you leave now
go without fear
to fault and pleasure
If you do not come back
write me even a postcard or two saying how it goes
Nothing easy is to really love knowing also that you are going to cry
Also crying never came bad
And therefore friend, in the depths of the soul
you keep the truth, without saying anything
without saying anything
Nothing
Without saying anything
The over estimation of the couple is mirage product of the sweetened emotion of the beginning. After this singular moment, reality hits you in such a way that you can get a very hard feeling of anger. Better to take things slowly and wait for that foolish person we pretended to love reflect on their future relationships.
Dumb...
To believe that you can alone
to believe, to believe in your lie.
Now it's my turn to sing
now it's your turn to cry
and better, you better stay alone
and better, better, I'm left alone.
Dumb...
of not seeing what I give you
not to see, not to see where you are. Now it's your turn to cry
now it's your turn to follow
and better, I better stay alone
and better, better ...
You lost me maybe you never had me, maybe the heart is free when it is born.
Now it's my turn to cry
now it's your turn to follow
and better, better, I'm left alone.
You lost me
maybe you never had me
Maybe the heart is free when it is born.
Now it's my turn to cry
now it's your turn to follow
and better, better ... I'm left alone ..
.
This song is my top 2 buddy Evio
I'm going to close this post with the song that I like the most about Evio. A unique piece, of which I already spoke in my previous publication.
Where your name comes from
It has skin perfume
The color of your body
That makes me drunk every time
Like a bottle in the sea
immense sea
That its destination is the shore
Arena I will become
And you will fill me
until to the top babe
You are mine,
I'm yours love
for you alone
for you all my love
Mine, mine
a for me alone
About the color of your hair
As a wind I will pass
I will take you far away
And nobody will find out
nobody babe where was
do not worry I'll take care of you
for me alone
for you all my love
I'm going to make you one
Very nice little house
in the palmar by the sea
for me alone for you my love
how rich, how rich, how rich,
how rich, how rich, how rich
My pana Evio ... In Arena you have become and you have filled us all with your music
