
Literature feat. Music: Piano
You have the hard face
and the piano has a waist ...
The piano has a waist.
And the chair ...
Jiribilla!
What plant to sit on
and sandpaper when you get up!
Zumba! Tribal music
of your flesh. Your two hands
doing a piano bongo.
They are burning my blood
the soles of your throat.
It is scraped whipped
The are hot that you sing.
What a plant to sit on!
Bemba thick. Hard face
Now the piano is black
and shows the denture.
With those rumberas hands
you make them come out of the piano
cool guitars in a robe
shaking the hips.
Keys and güiros take him out.
Keys, güiros and maracas!
Hands, shameless hands
making a piano bongo
What a plant to sit on!
And sandpaper when you get up!
A Lala Zamora
1934