Ritmo
Sometimes you meet people
and instantly know
They were placed
en tu camino
for a reason.
The rhythm en su voz
Reverberates with a familiar cadence
Como una llama que baila en el viento
pero de repente grows still,
rises erguida
And you find yourself holding your breath
in recognition
of a Great Soul.
Speaking to you
through a held glance,
a soft touch.
Brushing your skin in passing
like angel whispers.
Pulling you out of the crowd,
curando el espíritu.
Un simple soplado de aire.
En un sonido –
rodondo, sensual y sagrado -
blowing healing breath
through the curved spiral of horn.
“La vida es ritmo.
Ritmo es vida”
This blessed ancient cry,
rising as if from the heart of the earth,
carries us through time.
Una huella que nos identifica
como humano.
The kiss that brings us to life,
a tingling in the skin.
“Bésame.
Bésame mucho.
Como si fuera esta noche
la última vez.”
Just like that, you welcomed us,
gave us the key to your world.
Opened your home,
your sun-kissed garden
with flashes of brilliant red poppies
and taste of herbs.
Wise teacher and guide,
we followed you
como peregrinos
into the cool caves
you carved with bare hands.
Smooth walls of la bodega
Infused with love,
of home,
of family and friends.
Where all of us are equal
Nos hace iguales
compartir la comida,
el vino,
la música.
Raising our voices
to the strum of strings,
your fingers release
sacred spirits from the earth
that fill us with joy
empapados de sonrisas
ganas de cantar y bailar
y saborear la vida
que el universo
nos regaló.
Gracias, Paco y María,
por haber abierto la puerta de su corazón
para que nosotros también pudiéramos
sentir el latido de la tierra,
la canción en el aire
y mecer en el agua que nos da la vida
y que corre como sangre en nuestras venas
recordándonos que todavía es posible que
“the world will live as one.”
Con mucho respeto y cariño,
Hope Ruiz
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