Poem written by Monsignor Proaño and part of the Cantata Runa Puka
Character photo of Monsignor in the Cantata
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
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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! ...
December 30, 1927
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