¿ Qué ?

¿ No nos brindó su pizza el arroyuelo ?

¡ Qué Mierda ! (De tanta supongo que no tiene un BuenSabor ...)

But concerning "la casa abierta" ... that one was a really tough trade-off. I'm looking at the the babbling brook that doesn't splash, that refreshes us after we seek to make love on a nice, soft bed of moss (NOT FOAM!), and this bed is in our open-air home among the trees, under an open sky. I had to ask, if I translate this "des arbres" literally, am I saying that my bed of moss was up in the branches of the trees? How uncomfortable! Not at all consistent with the State of Nature described by Rousseau. How could that possibly make sense? So our bed was actually on the ground, in between the trees, in the woods or forest, "del bosque". Anything more and I start getting the runaway syllable account I've alluded to elsewhere. Actually, I had wanted to use "el hogar" instead of casa, but you'll see why that got changed.

Each stanza has the rhyme scheme a-b-a-b (c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f ...). In translating, I couldn't follow that at all, but a natural rhyme scheme of x-a-a-a (y-b-b-b, z-c-c-c ...) came up, which worked fine till I got to the last stanza. I got to "¿ donde 'tá mi hogar abierto ?" and realized I was in trouble. I changed it to "mi casa abierta", but lost my repetition of and my parallelism to the second stanza. So I tried to change the second stanza as well, and now in a musical space of five notes I've got something like eleven syllables with their ugly faces hanging out. SMACK THOSE PUPPIES !!! I chopped out what little I could (like the "una", two syllables), and hoped it would be understood as poetic license; I've seen worse in songs supposedly native to Spanish.

So there we are.

To quote Duke Nukem, "WHAT A MESS !!! Heh, heh ...

"My Native American name is STEVE"