Songs from an old lover

WHEN I WAS far younger, I lived for a spell in a penthouse that overlooked the sea in Old San Juan, Puerto Rico. It also overlooked the supposedly perilous slum of La Perla, but that’s a story for another day.

I lived in that penthouse with a black-haired, freckle-faced Argentine girl of 20 whom I met in a bar just a few blocks away. Our relationship was often iffy, but always fascinating.

Returning once from a flight to her home in Buenos Aires, she brought two record albums, the old style you played on a turntable. Here are two songs from those albums, tunes that have remained in my mind for decades, and I now have the compact disk versions.

The first singer is Atahualpa Yupanqui, whose real name was Héctor Roberto Chavero. He was considered Argentina’s most important folk singer of the 20th century. He died in 1992. I like his style.

The second video is Vinicius de Moraes, a Brazilian. The song is my favorite from that album. He is singing with Maria Creuza and Toquinho. I think Portuguese is the loveliest of languages. I wish I spoke it.

Either of these songs immediately takes me back to the hammock on the terraza outside my very small apartment in San Juan. The sea breeze was always soft. The music was always marvelous. The Cuba Libres were always strong, and they were handed to me by the lovely, young Argentine through the window from the living room.

I lacked for nothing that mattered.

6 thoughts on “Songs from an old lover

  1. Your ability to share your past is astounding, sir. And it comes complete with a soundtrack. Please keep it up. Some of us old folks are unwilling or unable to share our past with others. We are better humans for having shared your story.

    Saludos, Señor !

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  2. It sounds like the sex was good. I’m not judging but I recognize that kind of nostalgia. #metoo. Love the songs … and please excuse me for my impropriety.


    1. Brent: You’re a funny fellow. Sounds like the sex was good indeed even though I said nothing about sex. But now that you bring it up, I have to report that, alas, due to my excessive imbibing in those days, I hardly remember. Wish I did. Those would be good memories to dwell upon, eh? An Argentine lassie of 20.


      1. I agree with you about the excessive imbibing, but perhaps it’s better that I don’t dwell on past relationships. I’m happy with the present one, and life is all about the present. I’m getting to the age where some of my friends have already left this place for hopefully greener pastures. Cheers 🙂


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