Zywa And the sadness dies

In my heart, mi corazón
the musicians kill
with love songs full of sunshine
my sadness, muere la desazón

With closed eyes are we dancing
in marble luxury
under an ornate ceiling
busts looking down on us

Someone takes my hand
and makes me spin around
my soul sails up
and shakes off its tears

stretching out its arms
like a sun-peacock
My belly shines, big
is my heart, mi corazón

Poem 1222
Amsterdam, 2017-03-14

Musica llanera ("Music of the plain", in this case 'Los Llanos' ['The Plains'] in Venezuela) performed in the Museum of the Tropics in Amsterdam on March 21st, 2009
Collection: New Ago 
Keyword: Sadness: process 
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