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Tuesday, October 14, 2025

Eres la razón de mi existir, mujer - Agusín Lara

Tarren

 

Mujer – Agustín Lara

 

Mujer, mujer divina,

Tienes el veneno que fascina

En tu mirar.

Mujer, alabastrina,

Eres vibración de sonatina pasional.

Tienes el perfume de un naranjo en flor,

El altivo porte de una majestad.

Sabes de los filtros que hay en el amor

Tienes el hechizo de la liviandad.

La divina magia de un atardecer

Y la maravilla de la inspiración.

Tienes en el ritmo de tu ser

Todo el palpitar de una canción,

Eres la razón de mi existir, mujer.

La divina magia de un atardecer

Y la maravilla de la inspiración.

Tienes en el ritmo de tu ser

Todo el palpitar de una canción,

Eres la razón de mi existir, mujer.

 

My mother was an early feminist as was my grandmother. When I asked my mother to sew a button for me she said, “You can learn. Do it.” I once complained that her fried egg for me had a broken yolk. I was told to fry my own eggs.

Rosemary took over very well the functions of the male person in a marriage and she handled finances and insisted when she knew that she was dying that we had to make a will. She refused to hem my jeans so at first I did it, then I went to Mark’s Warehouse and bought jeans of the exact length.

All the time this macho man drove a terrible Fiat X-19 or an even worse Maserati Biturbo. But I must clear the air a bit in that this man never grew a moustache, a beard or ever wanted to have motorcycle. I am now very happy with a boring but efficient Chevrolet Cruze.

Because I lived in the golden era of film and music in Mexico, between the mid 50s to their decline when we left for Vancouver in 1975, I have in my head a most romantic view of women.

But there was a problem for male Mexicans in that last century, for them there were two kinds. One, the wife was the mother of your children. If you wanted to have fun then you needed a mistress. These men saw sex activity as two types. For a while Mexican Social Security paid benefits to both wife and mistress.

And then after all the above I think of my good friend Tarren who for me is defined by the lyrics of a song by Agustín Lara, a famous Mexican composer of romantic songs. His song Mujer came to mind as my two cats snuggled beside me tonight and I told myself I had to get up and write this blog.