I’ve had the pure pleasure of hiking
the Urayoán mountains; to have the
candescent Caribbean sun accompanying me,
of eating a stalk sweet sugarcane. Of having
my senses euphorically stimulated, more than
the city that strangles.
I’ve enjoyed the peaceful ambience
of the mountain that encapsulated me.
Much more than the infernal jungles,
more than the cacophonous honking of cars;
please take me through the tropical trails, and
the greenery of the banana tree plantations.
The yellow guava on my path with
solicitude called me, I quickly grabbed it, bit it,
ah! so sweet, so sweet,
the scrumptious taste fascinating & watering my mouth.
The singing of the swallows hypnotizing,
and there\'s was nothing more enchanting
then to hear polyphonic madrigals of
coquíes singing in the flora.
The waters of the silky waterfall I would prefer,
hearing the whooshing, rushing, gushing waters
dinging with joy over the mountain rocks in the
mystique-pools of the Cordillera Central.
I would not change the beautiful butterflies
for cars and machinery belching serpents of smoke.
Nor the fruitful and pompous central mountains
gallantly standing and promoting its abundant greenery;
The sweetness of the land overflows, unique flavors
that only in these mountains are enjoyed.
The breath of the winds smothered me
they were eurythmic bursts of scented air;
These cannot be found in the foggy ill-smelling
air of the city of cements where the arid air’s
stench of sulfur from the exhaust surround you
and abuses the tender lungs.
I saw in the sleepy night the glow of glowing fireflies
flying in the canvas of night darting and flashing
shimmering like the sparkling brilliance of diamonds,
and I heard the weird eerie noises of the night.