A Russian ate an Avocado 

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Diego Rivera Gallery

San Francisco, 2017

Artist Book/Mural; india ink, pencil, nails and thread,

three accordion books,

one mango, 

one avocado,

a bottle of rum

and three poems

The Corners of an Avocado

 

 

I walked several corners of an avocado

Searching for that eternal seed of “Guaguancó”

 

Because everyone repeats their desperate chants 

That God lives without them 

Rarely remembering

He also lives within them

 

I crossed corners of the sun

And ran corners of the rampart,

I floated past Brazilian corners,

And drifted through Cuban corners,

 

As I entered the plaza

I saw some lil’ ones 

Playing fútbol with the pit

 

Once they scored a goal

The pit broke

¡And out came the “Guaguancó”!

Russians don’t dance Salsa

 

Bugalú!

 

To dance syncopated

The two paws are essential

 

Bugalú!

 

Russians with two left paws

Slip on the rhythm of that beat

 

Bugalú!

 

North Americans with two right paws

Cant light the fuse of that pulse

 

Bugalú!

 

To dance syncopated

Two paws are essential

One right, and one left