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Old Cuba At Sunset
Theresa Garcia

"I have lived in the monster and I know its entrails; my sling is David's." -José Martí

Elegua sings in the obscure desolate region
and there are vapors of blood in the Eternal Farewell
Cigars and Sugar
Rum and Mummified Fruit
Frozen winds of preservation have passed
The Sierra Maestra
echoes with the sound of the rebel commanders
multitudes surrendered their will
confident not to be betrayed
by the man known for his impunctuality
volatility
distrust of convention and law
improvidence, talkativeness
Afro-Cuban rhythms, drums and Spanish guitar
Come once more
Enchanting land euphoric with love, I sigh
There is no heart that can't be yours
Youth vanishes never to return
How sad you make me
like the fleeting memory
of a yesterday that can come no more to my heart
Old Cuba At Sunset
Elegua sings in the obscure desolate region
and there are vapors of blood in the Eternal Farewell