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My Taíno Heart

I speak in Arawak|

Therefore I am still a Taíno at heart|

Mind, body, and 'Ba' exceed the conscious realm|

Masqueraded in shadows inside the glow of decades past|

A soulful gem|

Extinct from the destruction the conquistadors spelled|

Captured|

Then placed inside the house of Rothschild|

Headless horsemen Diluted and polluted with their lead|

Eye witness news|

And catch the next mythical fairy tale cloaked inside of the tube|

Struggling for tribal dominance|

My tribal mentality transcends the capacity of civilized chivalry and colonized misery|
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  1. AnonymousDecember 22, 2011 at 6:39 PM

    I had t look up 2 words but i learned about the Tíano, so I can understand a little more of what you have written.

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  2. Edgar VillatoroDecember 22, 2011 at 9:28 PM

    That's awesome. So now you know about the Taínos, glad I could help you learn something new.
    In most of my writings I try to put some things that might cause people to look it up. To entirely understand what it is that I intend to convey

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  3. elena nuezDecember 24, 2011 at 1:52 AM

    I wish you and yours a lovely holiday seasons as well.
    wishing you joy, health, love each and every day.

    warmly,
    Elena

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  4. Philippa DrakeJanuary 15, 2012 at 4:11 PM

    Very educational.

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  5. Edgar VillatoroJanuary 15, 2012 at 4:50 PM

    Thanks Philippa :)
    I love history and learning about the past.

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