indigenous soul

Native soulimage of my indigenous continentgenerousvirginuntamed

You sit on the warm earthto strip with exquisite carethe green layers of the daily foodand with them the most tender layers of my heartHave you not noticed that between your handsyou gently knead—along with the corn—all my longings and hopes?

You bend down on the cool riverbankto shape with your slender fingersthe noble clay of a vesselHave you not noticed that with the white palms of your handsyou carefully shape—along with the clay—all my whims and pleasures?

With patience and loveyou give form to the curves of your ethereal vesselThe curves of your body—a vessel molded by the hand of God—are far more beautiful!Your figure is an undulating receptaclefrom which flows the elixir that drives me mad

My soulwhy does the trotting of the invading horses frighten you?Do you not know that without the coming of the barbariansto the virgin land of the Isthmusthe new Panamanian race would never be bornexquisite reliquary of peoplesof Spanish skin fragrant with indigenous spellof Hispanic eyes with a Moorish gazeof Iberian hips with an African sway

Innocent souldo not run away frightened, for there is nothing to fear!

But if you long for a refugecome to mefor I will protect you in my arms