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GUAJIRA GUANTANAMERA (GUAJIRA)
311.
(A translation of a poem by Jos� Mart�, with altered verses and gender pronouns)I am a sincere woman
from where the palm trees grow.
Before I die, I want to cast out verses from my soul. I tend a white rose
in June and in January
for a sincere friend, who extends an open hand. And for the cruel one who tears out
this heart that gives me life.
Neither broths nor salads do I tend.
I tend a white rose. The leopard has his shelter
In the dry and dusky forest.
I have more than the leopard,
Because I have a good friend.
Last night, as I slept in the pleasure of a dream
I dreamed that I was your owner
and that your soul was mine.
I was dreaming of the ambrosia of your soft caresses
and with the warm softness of your voluptuousness.
Suddenly, reality touched my breast and my passion,
as I saw in desolation
that all was a chimera�
a passing illusion
that destroys the heart.
9:58 a.m. - 2006-03-29
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