Tell me the story of the
date tree of the deserts
of the mosques, of your grandparents.
Give me the rhythms of the argucas
and the secrets that are in the books
that I don't read.
Contaminate me but not with smoke
that suffocates the air.
Come but with your eyes
and with your dances.
Come but not with anger
and bad dreams.
Come but with the lips
that announce kisses.
Contaminate me, mix with me
because under my branch you will have shelter.
Tell me the story of
the chains that were brought to you
in the treaties and the travelers.
Give me the rhythms of the drums
and the boceros of the old neighborhood
and the new neighborhood.
Contaminate me but not with smoke
that suffocates the air.
Come but with your eyes
and with your dances.
Come but not with anger
and bad dreams.
Come but with the lips
that announce kisses.
Contaminate me, mix with me
because under my branch you will have shelter.
Tell me the story of
of those who were never discovered
of the green river and the boleros.
Give me the rhythms of the busuquis
the black eyes, the restless dance
of the sorcerer.
Contaminate me but not with smoke
that suffocates the air.
Come but with your eyes
and with your dances.
Come but not with anger
and bad dreams.
Come but with the lips
that announce kisses.
Contaminate me, mix with me
because under my branch you will have shelter.

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