BELOW IS THE SPANISH MONOLOGUE TRANSCRIPT FROM THE SHOW. IT CAME FROM TEXT WRITTEN BY THE CAST.
THE TEXT WAS THEN TRANSLATED AND ADAPTED.
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WE ARE THE DESCENDANTS OF SURVIVORS
(Somos descendientes de los sobrevivientes)
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(Desciendo de mujeres tercas y hombres dificiles)
De adentro de y sobre la montaña. De manos sucias y (comienzos) humildes.
(vengo) de tierras robadas, culturas conquistadas e historias perdidas, de un pie aquí y el corazón por allá.
Nunca satisfecha y siempre extrañando.
Nunca olvidaremos a los que nos precedierón, de las espaldas en las que nos paramos, de las vidas laborando.
Pienso en el desarrollo lento, como nadar contra la corriente y las olas.
El linaje es la conexión al pasado o profundamente al centro, como las raíces que anclan al árbol.
El viaje hacia (el interior)--el mas importante. Cada dia hay que despertar (y desgarrar el velo que te separa de tu verdad)
Enseñanzas vociferas como un trueno. Sentia un frio en mi cuerpo y un vacío en mi estomago cada vez que se acercaban. Las palabras plácidas me daban calma. Tanto crecimos por el aguacero de su presencia.
Soy de mi padre, hecho de piedra fluida, que roza suavamente y que cimienta tranquilidad.
De niña perdi a un hombre. No veo figuras masculinas en mi vida. Los he tenido, pero que me han enseñando? Quizás son objectos para ganar, tesoros perdidos. Los deseo.
Soy un edredón hecho a pedazos, cosido con orgullo, pasión, resistencia, y humildad. Hecho con la sinceridad que nutre mi valor y el balance que mantiene mis ojos suaves y con clemencia, abiertos mientras construyo en los momentos donde debo tener la mirada afilada.
(Somos descendientes de los sobrevivientes)
WE ARE THE DESCENDANTS OF SURVIVORS
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BELOW IS THE SOURCE TEXT THAT WAS TRANSLATED AND ADAPTED BY NICO TOWER AND ADRIANA HERNANDEZ.
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We are the descendants of survivors.
I am of stubborn women and difficult men.
From inside and on the mountain. From dirty hands and humble beginnings.
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I am of stolen land, conquered cultures and lost histories, of one foot here and the heart there.
Never satisfied and always missing.
We never forget those who came before us, the backs we stood upon, the lives of hard work.
I think of the slow progress, swimming against the current.
Lineage is the connection to the past or deep center, like the roots that anchor the tree.
The journey inward is the most important. Every day you have to wake up, and shed the veil that separates
you from your truth.
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My teacher, you were a clap of thunder! When I knew you were approaching I got cold and felt my belly hollow...your words are powerful and your presence was settling. You gave me so much! I grew from the downpour of your presence.
I am my father made of smooth stone that touches softly and brings calm.
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I don't see men in my life. I desire them. I've had them but what have they taught me? I desire them. I lost one when I was young-objects to be gained, lost treasures.
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I am the patchwork quilt sewn with colorful pride, driving, rolling, passion, and resiliency, lain over the humbled opportunities my feet walk through. The nurturing truth of self-worth and balance keeping my eyes soft and forgiving when they should be sharp as we build, brick by brick, something from nothing.
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