"I have lived in the monster and I know its entrails;my sling is David's."
-Jose Marti'
"I have lived in the monster and I know its entrails;my sling is David's."
-Jose' Marti'
Old Cuba At Sunset
Elegua sings in the obscure desolate region
and there are vapors of blood in the Eternal Farewell.
Cigars and Sugar
Rum and Mummified Fruit
Frozen winds of preservation have passed
The Sierra Maestra
echos with the sound of the rebel commanders.
Multitudes surrendered their will
confident not to be betrayed
by the man known for his impunctuality,
volatility,
distrust of convention and law ,
improvidence, talkativeness.
Afro-Cuban rhythms ,drums and Spanish guitar
come once more.
Enchanting land euphoric with love,I sigh
there is no heart that can't be yours.
Youth vanishes never to return
how sad you make me,
like the fleeting memory
of a yesterday that can come no more to my heart.
Old Cuba At Sunset
Elegua sings in the obscure desolate region
and there are vapors of blood in the Eternal Farewell.
Poetry by TheresaCecilia
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Written on 2006-01-27 at 09:38
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-Jose Marti'
Old Cuba At Sunset
OLD CUBA AT SUNSET by Theresa Cecilia Garcia"I have lived in the monster and I know its entrails;my sling is David's."
-Jose' Marti'
Old Cuba At Sunset
Elegua sings in the obscure desolate region
and there are vapors of blood in the Eternal Farewell.
Cigars and Sugar
Rum and Mummified Fruit
Frozen winds of preservation have passed
The Sierra Maestra
echos with the sound of the rebel commanders.
Multitudes surrendered their will
confident not to be betrayed
by the man known for his impunctuality,
volatility,
distrust of convention and law ,
improvidence, talkativeness.
Afro-Cuban rhythms ,drums and Spanish guitar
come once more.
Enchanting land euphoric with love,I sigh
there is no heart that can't be yours.
Youth vanishes never to return
how sad you make me,
like the fleeting memory
of a yesterday that can come no more to my heart.
Old Cuba At Sunset
Elegua sings in the obscure desolate region
and there are vapors of blood in the Eternal Farewell.
Poetry by TheresaCecilia
Read 435 times
Written on 2006-01-27 at 09:38
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