RECITATION
I am from where there is a river
from the tip of a hill
of family with aroma
to land, tobacco, and cold.
I am from a place with brio
where my childhood surtí
and when I left later
to the city and the trap
I left knowing that in Tampa
My grandfather spoke with Marti.
He knew the great adventure
he knew the saddest season
knew the pain that dresses
of redemption the waist
he knew the hardest betrayal
then the silence, the rumor
then the murmur, the clamor
and at last he knew the howl
and the last outbreak
my grandfather knew love.
I know that, because I want
throw me in the same pit
without prayer and without slab
bone with traveler bone
I know how I know your chair,
your knife, chewed
and its snowy crown
which I know also his knee.
SINGING
I am from where there is a river
from the tip of a hill
of family with aroma
to land, tobacco and cold
I am from a place with verve
where my childhood surtí
and when I left later
to the city and the trap
I left knowing that in Tampa
my grandfather spoke,
my grandfather spoke,
my grandfather spoke ...
... with Martí.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)