La Mariachi
By: Husam (Sam) Salman
Solo, came the trumpet
Like poetry read red,
Guitars strummed a quiver,
A serenade began
Mexican
'cantante'
Body moved
without reason
Feet
stomping violently
The violin
harmony
His voice
entered like
The warmth
of dawn
Velvet and
smooth
His looks
divine.
Ever moving
faster,
The
dancers give
Tribute
and tradition
Around the
floor
Making
heads spin.
Breaking
the rhythm
With
eruptions of
Cries of
the emotion
Taking the
players
From earth
to heaven
And they
let you know
When - Every time.
(Bésame mucho)
This song
is beautiful.
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