Toitico Bien Empacao

How is your coffee?
How was your panela water?
What good arepas Doña Rubiela makes!
How about ajiaco, with the cold in the morning?
And the taste of the fresh potato that I brought there in the savannah?

Excuse me if I interrupt your breakfast
To clear up any doubts, this is the most opportune moment
Tell me, if you know the milling
Or is sugar just a bag you buy at the store?

And tell me what you know about your land?
Tell me what you know about your grandmother?
Tell me what you know about corn?
Or have you forgotten your ancestors and your roots?

Draw me the cocoa tree, while you drink
That chocolate with toast
Tell me, your grace, what do you know about the hoe?
That's the one who brings you the soup to the ladle

And tell me what you know about your land?
Tell me what you know about your grandmother?
Tell me what you know about corn?
Or have you forgotten your ancestors and your roots?

Come, let me tell you the stories of the garden and the malanga
Cassava, yota, chontaduros, quinoa, broad beans and guatila
I have the pigeon peas, the arracachas and the pumpkin
I bring you bananas, also chachafrutos
And some chips in the backpack

Oh sorry sir!
For being so reckless
It's that sometimes these come to me
Irreverent thoughts
Why would you want to know?
About the spider?
If you find it there in the corner
Toitico well packed!