'Mariachi' - Poem by Kelly Seale
The music was poetry in motion-
the guitars; a Mexican vihuela, a guitarrón mexicano.
The horns; trumpets de mexicano...
And oh, the sweet girl on the violin.
Spanish voices flowed like honey,
and oh, the Coronas were making my head spin.
The Buskers in their traje de charro dress dance the Zapateado,
fast moving boot heels resound on the floor.
Every now and then, a grito mexicano yell would errupt
from both musicians and audience alike, asimismo.
Ah, come join in the fiesta, let romantic traditions envelope you in,
'Usted es una mujer muy hermosa, '
The Señorita's Seranade is about to begin.
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