{"id":13186,"date":"2023-03-15T00:00:30","date_gmt":"2023-03-15T04:00:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/?p=13186"},"modified":"2023-03-14T13:19:30","modified_gmt":"2023-03-14T17:19:30","slug":"el-guateque-juan-cristobal-napoles-fajardo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/el-guateque-juan-cristobal-napoles-fajardo\/","title":{"rendered":"The guateque"},"content":{"rendered":"

Come here, my Rufina,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Garment of my heart,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

There's fun to be had tonight,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Joy and merriment.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Cease the melancholy,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

That this is a night to enjoy,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Please be completed with regrets,<\/span><\/p>\n

Let there be no displeasure or sorrow,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

That already the little bell is ringing<\/span><\/p>\n

And he invites us to dance.<\/span><\/p>\n

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People with a good idea<\/span><\/p>\n

This is where it is headed,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Because the dance dominates it,<\/span><\/p>\n

And you want to have fun.<\/span><\/p>\n

My heart is recreated<\/span><\/p>\n

Seeing so much animation,<\/span><\/p>\n

And I feel such emotion,<\/span><\/p>\n

On this gallant night,<\/span><\/p>\n

That I bless this Cuban<\/span><\/p>\n

And country fun.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Don't you hear about the little typlette<\/span><\/p>\n

That <\/span>tiqui-tiqui-tun<\/span><\/i>,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The uproar and the <\/span>run-run<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

What is the cheerful shape of the corrillo?<\/span><\/p>\n

Here sings a guajirillo,<\/span><\/p>\n

Beyond dances an Indian woman,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Here an old man and an old woman<\/span><\/p>\n

They laugh their heads off,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And all is joy and pleasure\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

In this Cuban party.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Doesn't your sense of smell<\/span><\/p>\n

In the midst of so much eagerness,<\/span><\/p>\n

Of the piglet that is roasting\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The tasty and pleasant smell.....<\/span><\/p>\n

Soon, my good, in a little while from now.<\/span><\/p>\n

Before the dance is over,<\/span><\/p>\n

You will see how good it tastes\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Of that suckling pig, a bite,<\/span><\/p>\n

With a roasted banana\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

and a piece of cassava.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The table will be a barrel,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The source will be a yagua,<\/span><\/p>\n

And some yamagua leaves<\/span><\/p>\n

They will serve as a tablecloth.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

There in a confused crowd<\/span><\/p>\n

We will all be arriving,<\/span><\/p>\n

And among the many nicknames\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

That the guajiros are given,<\/span><\/p>\n

To their girlfriends they will toast<\/span><\/p>\n

Touching elbows to elbows.<\/span><\/p>\n

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When you are dancing\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

On that ground you look at,<\/span><\/p>\n

The guajiras will envy\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The looseness of your feet.<\/span><\/p>\n

They will mimic more than three<\/span><\/p>\n

Your waist game,<\/span><\/p>\n

They will bless your beauty<\/span><\/p>\n

With decompassionate voices,<\/span><\/p>\n

And between bravos and clapping<\/span><\/p>\n

You will show off your pure forehead.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Amidst the confused hubbub<\/span><\/p>\n

From the fun people,<\/span><\/p>\n

They will sweetly flatter you<\/span><\/p>\n

Of music the murmur.<\/span><\/p>\n

It will be my greatest pride<\/span><\/p>\n

Breathing next to you,<\/span><\/p>\n

And in all of them you will see there<\/span><\/p>\n

From the contentment of the currency,<\/span><\/p>\n

If you show a smile<\/span><\/p>\n

On your ruby lips.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Me too, to the sound of the tiple<\/span><\/p>\n

I will sing to you without pretext<\/span><\/p>\n

The tenths I have composed,<\/span><\/p>\n

For you, my sweet good.<\/span><\/p>\n

In your fresh and pure temple,<\/span><\/p>\n

I will put a cuban flower<\/span><\/p>\n

I will admire your candor,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Your divine red lips,<\/span><\/p>\n

And I'll embrace myself in your eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

And I will light up in your love.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I swear to tell you about those<\/span><\/p>\n

Hours of sweet calm,<\/span><\/p>\n

In which under a palm tree<\/span><\/p>\n

We counted the stars.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Hours in which my quarrels<\/span><\/p>\n

They lulled your ears,<\/span><\/p>\n

Sweet moments lost\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

That I remember endlessly,<\/span><\/p>\n

When I managed to fascinate<\/span><\/p>\n

Of sweet love your senses.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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I'll tell you about those days<\/span><\/p>\n

Where you are in love\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

In the shade of bamboo<\/span><\/p>\n

Your contentment you blessed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hours in which you repeated<\/span><\/p>\n

Next to me your oath,<\/span><\/p>\n

In which you heard the sweet accent<\/span><\/p>\n

Of the melodious mockingbird,<\/span><\/p>\n

And there on the top of the mountain<\/span><\/p>\n

The dull murmur of the wind.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Come, you charming Indian,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It is time to start,<\/span><\/p>\n

And this party will last<\/span><\/p>\n

Until the dawn breaks.<\/span><\/p>\n

Come and dance from now on<\/span><\/p>\n

Until it is morning,<\/span><\/p>\n

And at the end of the party<\/span><\/p>\n

We will say both together:\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Long live this land of God!<\/span><\/p>\n

Long live this Cuban party!<\/span><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Juan Crist\u00f3bal N\u00e1poles Fajardo, a.k.a. El Cucalamb\u00e9, was the most important Cuban bucolic poet of the last century. On this occasion the decimist comes to Literatura ft. Music to celebrate the guateque. The countryside and the lute are ready. <\/p>","protected":false},"author":1604,"featured_media":13187,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[72,8906],"tags":[8375,9629,9630,9628,9238],"coauthors":[9627],"class_list":["post-13186","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-literatura-feat-musica","category-variaciones","tag-decimas","tag-el-cucalambe","tag-el-guateque","tag-juan-cristobal-napoles-fajardo","tag-literatura-feat-musica"],"acf":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/magazineampm.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/03\/cucalambe.png?fit=1816%2C830&ssl=1","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13186","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1604"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13186"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13186\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13189,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13186\/revisions\/13189"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/13187"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13186"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13186"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13186"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=13186"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}