Enrique’s Violin

Music
Wrung from a life of want.

Wrought of
Cedro amargo,
But not bitter.

Wrought of
Machete
And Imagination,
Of sheer desire for beauty.

Your maker a poet,
A dreamer,
Inventor.

You made the people dance
And forget
The crops washed away,
The sick child,
The dead baby.
If only for an hour.

Sing and dance
With the discarded
Rubbish of life.

Sing and dance
With me.

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