American Sharking Facial

BÁEZ.

In a badly wounded with machetes
Cuba a revolution betrayed, a commander
deceased without blinking before sunset, an island
words persecuted,
of beaches where the meat is sold in the water, rafts
where men put all hope of that island
dear, what burning fiery furnace,
born poet who sings a son to his whitewashed Havana.

Pedro, little boy playing with
belly of a whale stranded on the turquoise sea, fingers tangling
in algae and coral,
watching the ocean from the pain of exile
and tears, transparent glass beads, give back the memory
West Indian, Caribbean, hardened memory
mambises clinging to the land of mills
sugarcane immersed in the fertile green tropical calving
of deities in Yoruba slave songs,
of a jetty kissing lovers,
of citrus flavors of lime and mint mojito, snuff smoke
tied by the hands of time
fried banana flavor crushed with a closed fist,
the sound of car horns for decades
moving by inertia,
or the voices are singing, salsa and other ballads,
of these bars couples dancing until dawn,
of mulatto and mulatto
bronze smooth skin that the hybrid muscle
sway towards the love of Eros,
the Bodeguita del Medio or the Floridita,
burning rum and perfumed breath of fragrant jungle
outlined a nap under the shade of a banana, dramas embraced
of a mother, Dalia
a unique , that the end always cries ...

Pedro, Obatala and Shango, orisha powerful owner of the gift of verse,
Peter, Peter ... forever! Mayte

Dalianegra.

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PEDRO'S ISLAND

Painting: "Jeune homme assis au bord de la mer "(young man sitting on the edge of the sea), Jean Hippolyte Flandrin, (1809 - 1864).