miércoles, 31 de mayo de 2017

ESTE ES MI PUEBLO                                                                                                                 Letra y música de Elder Exvedi Morales Mérida.  (1994)
I                                                                                                                                           Este es el pueblo                                                                                                                              donde yo nací,                                                                                                                                     es el terruño de ensoñación                                                                                                                    donde de fragancia de alhelí                                                                                                                    se embelesa mi corazón.
II                                                                                                                                                                                     Es mi pueblo apacible,                                                                                                                       raudal de poesía y armonía,                                                                                                                        es sublime numen                                                                                                                                           y canción de eterno lumen.
III                                                                                                                                                                El canoro  río Huista                                                                                                                            con su caudal de versos                                                                                                                           deja su belleza de amatista                                                                                                                           y  excelsos universos.
IV                                                                                                                                                                  Y el cerro de Mampil                                                                                                                          titánico  y senil                                                                                                                                    narra nuestra historia                                                                                                                      engalanada de misteriosa gloria…
V                                                                                                                                                            Una diadema de sabinos  milenarios                                                                                                      cual ancianos venerables y sabios                                                                                                     ornan la faz de Santa Ana Huista,                                                                                                    numen del poeta y del salmista.


VI                                                                                                                                                                  Cuna del maíz sacrosanto                                                                                                           ¡Placentero soneto y canto!                                                                                                               génesis del teosinte  sagrado,                                                                                                                                 Huitz-taj, mi pueblo eternizado.
VII    
                                                                                                                                                              Su iglesia colonial                                                                                                                                      cual prodigioso  turpial                                                                                                                        narra en su cadencioso laúd                                                                                                        incontables  historias de excelsitud.

VIII                                                                                                                                                                        Es Santa Ana Huista                                                                                                                      numen de gloriosos  paisajes,                                                                                                          bálsamo de esplendentes parajes                                                                                                                        y joyel de seráfico salmista… 

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