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By: José Néstor to all my
beautiful Puerto Rican brothers and sisters around the World. The Beating of the Drums My heart beats with the rhythm Our ancient people's drums. The Yoruba and the Taíno both Burn in me with passion evermore. The courage of my people has Roots so long and deep, that Transcend the passage of time Like a long and heavy sleep. Brave, ingenious, industrious, Brilliant, festive, devoted, fierce, All gifts from a time long ago When for man freedom was all. In me lives the slave who’s Chains bound body, but never Held soul. For the mind never Stopped dreaming of the hunt, The spirit, Yambó. I am the fierce Taíno cacique That braved skin against sword. That one who fought right to the end, Rather than believe in false gods. The spirit lives in music, it never Left with those long gone. It lives in words, and feelings, And things that no one knows. But it is here, it is not gone. It is right here deep inside my soul. If I stay still, and listen… I can hear the spirit’s song. It is right here inside my chest, The beating of the drums. |
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