Toitico Bien Empacao

How was your coffee?
How was your panela water?
What great arepas Mrs. Rubiela makes!
How was the ajiaco, with the morning cold?
And the taste of the potato I brought fresh from the savannah there?

Excuse me if I interrupt your breakfast
To clear up doubts is the most opportune moment
Tell me, do you know about grinding?
Or is sugar just a bag they buy for you at the store?

And tell me, what do 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 have
That chocolate with toasted bread
Tell me, sir, what do you know about the hoe?
That's what brings you the soup to the ladle

And tell me, what do 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, I'll tell you, the stories of the orchard and the malanga
The yucca, the yota, the chontaduros, the quinoa, the beans, and the guatila
I have the pigeon peas, the arracachas, and the pumpkin
I bring you bananas, also chachafrutos
And some little potatoes in the backpack

Oh, excuse me, sir!
For being so imprudent
It's just that sometimes these
Irreverent thoughts come to me
Why would you want to know
About the plow?
If right there in the corner you find it
All neatly packed!