Poem written by Monsignor Proaño and part of the Cantata Runa Puka
Character photo of Monsignor in the Cantata
THE FLUTE
so sad What music Indian flute! with sadness How sister so well! alienate my soul How melodies and heart flood blues!
Toca, Indian flute, touch it, touch; look that up are moved the hard rock look to your tunes the birds join their warbling soft their little voices.
Look, I hear you with joy and gladly pass whole day; not want to upset me, indiezuelo sad, your flute fills me sweet craving.
Indio, do not be afraid, I am your brother, and being born on Indian land, and because you soul like mine redeemed by Christ with their agony;
and also because you a distinctive that unites our two souls with Loop Live: character has given you Nature I also I have and sadness.
With your tunes cry your misfortune, why they contain deep sadness; cry, who have reason , brother, crying.
for you not announced the sweet dawn! lost liberty, brother, groaning, that crying our grief cure and redeem. Toca, Indian flute, touch it, touch it, if people are moved, rock so hard! ...