Salsa is as simple as un, dos, tres una conga, timbali y maracas el ritmo Cubano un, dos, tres baile con Benny More, El Barbaro del ritmo Un, dos, tres
Irony and paradox personified in passion, defiance and devotion to the revolution as cunning mamas collect Yanqui dollars from touristas for their beautiful daughters and where everything is possible if you only believe in the power of ideas over arms
Jinetera eye play is alive on the streets, in the cafes and cabanas locking into gringo eyes in the heat of night Santaria spirits spin magic in the plaza at night fall as sun streaks golden pastel across cobblestones streams shimmering light over gray stone façades
Salsa is as simple as un, dos, tres una conga, timbali y maracas el ritmo Cubano un, dos, tres baile con Benny More, El Barbaro del ritmo Un, dos tres
Tengo que obedecer mi corazon, i tell myself while drowning dysentery with Habana Club in the sardonic spirit of Hemingway as the smiling bartender in El Floridita mixes mojitos y daiquiris para los turistas while selling Cohibas y Montecristos on the side
We wander home to the strains of Santana's "Havana moon" perfume of love and burning cohiba wafting in wind as waves break over El Malecon at midnight Che's words written in red on a weathered wall
"The true revolutionary is moved by strong feelings of love"
Patria o Muerte! Venceremos!
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