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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again? Archilochus

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

I was born on the banks of the pulsing Arauca River
I am brother of the foam
of the herons and of roses
I am brother of the foam,
of the herons, of the roses
and the sun
and the sun.

The lively reveille of breezes has lulled me in palm groves
and that is why I have soul
like the exquisite soul
and that is why I have soul
like the exquisite soul
of crystal
of crystal.

I love, I cry, I sing, I dream,
with carnations of passion,
with carnations of passion,
I love, I cry, I laugh, I dream,
and I sing to Venezuela
with the soul of a troubadour.

I was born on the banks of the pulsing Arauca River
I am a brother of the foam,
of the herons, of the roses
and the sun.

The lively reveille of breezes has lulled me in palm groves
and that is why I have soul,
like the exquisite soul,
and that is why I have soul,
like the exquisite soul,
of crystal,
of crystal.

I love, I cry, I sing, I dream,
with carnations of passion,
with carnations of passion,
I love, I cry, I laugh, I dream,
and I sing to Venezuela
with the soul of a troubadour.

I was born on this bank of the pulsing Arauca River
I am a brother of the foam,
of the herons, of roses ...
and the sun.