Mazurca de Dámaso
Malpais
Dámaso's Mazurka
The afternoon goes
bucking,
and the night
has nailed
two spurs.
From another time
he appears:
his machete
combing
the fields.
Come see Dámaso
dancing a mazurka, yeah.
How he stomps, damn,
over his grave!
Come see Dámaso
dancing a mazurka.
He's coming in swaggering, damn,
to get wasted!
With the fire
of a memory
how the tuning fork
of his bones
vibrates!
Every night,
with the shadow,
you hear a dance
at the back of the
cemetery.
Come see Dámaso.
