MUSIC LETTER: VENEZUELA 🎻

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I carry your light and your aroma on my skin;

and four in the heart.

I carry in my blood the foam of the sea

and your horizon in my eyes.

I do not envy the flight nor the cry to the turpial

I am like the wind in the harvest.

I feel the Caribbean like a woman,

I am like this, what am I going to do.

I am desert, jungle, snow and volcano

and as I walk I leave my trail;

and the rumor of the plain in a song

that reveals me.

The woman I want has to be

heart, fire and spur,

with skin tanned like a flower

from Venezuela.

With your landscapes and dreams I will leave

for those worlds of God.

And your memories at sunset

They will make my way shorter.

Between your beaches was my childhood

stretched out to the wind and the sun.

And that nostalgia that today rises to my voice,

inadvertently a song was made.

I want the vastness of the mountains

and the river the watercolor.

And from you the children that will sow

new stars.

And if one day I have to be shipwrecked

and a typhoon breaks my sails

bury my body near the sea

in Venezuela.🎶

Letter author: Luis Silva.

Miss Karen Manrique is one of the singers that I follow on YouTube, she always delights us with the violin and this time she covered the song I am talking about.