Cordionita

Accordion, companion
Of countless wanderings
Of solitudes and celebrations
Of chamamés and vaneiras
Running through your keys
My calloused fingers
I see the future and the past
Present, in rustic notes

When your stretched body
Thins out in my lap
There's no protocol
That can't be broken
And I stand, cornered
Hidden behind the bellows
Like someone taking a sip
Next to the octagonal counter

Accordion, of the barns
Sanctuary and cathedral
Of the wanderer, of the monthly
Baptized in the stoves
In the cult of confessions
Prayed next to the embers
From you, secrets are heard
In the whispers of the buttons

You're the coveted muse
Who takes over the dances
And even the most beautiful woman
Looks at you suspiciously
Seeming jealous
When you cry, coquettish
Or sometimes mischievous
In a barn dance

Accordion, those who adore you
Know your feelings
And absorb the essence
That emerges from within you
Your Creole desires
That settle in the core
And never leave

And that's why, it beats
Boiling in excitement
My weak heart
That stirs in my chest
I feel the soul levitating
And the world stops its spin
Just to hear the sigh
That comes from you, accordion!