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Cien Cárceles de Amor
VIRGINIA BRINDIS
"Because my heart
is honey and soft wax
chest will be wounded
until I die
and while I dream, about wait and despair,
and in prisons of love
dying, I die.
"The cane field fits me
in four fingers of rum.
The Yankee pays little now
for a million sugarcanes
that the black man sowed and cut.
But I won't swallow this drink,
because it is a drink of sweat.
Here the drunk is a sailor,
but if he starts walking
It is seen that the sea is made of land.
The wave released in one gulp
It's always a hurricane here."
VIRGINIA BRINDIS
"I am a black woman
Because I have black skin
Not slave ! . . .
I was born from a free womb"
VIRGINIA BRINDIS
"Candombe this Christmas,
Candombe in the hot sun,
African reminiscence
Revive all the browns
On our Christian feast.
The yard from slaves
At the old Montevideo.
There, for the first time,
My drums echoed.
With my candombe, I evoke you
With my candombe, I sing to you
Because today black people are free
In this Eastern land."