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”!