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   comes from the holes, "someone said. We could also say that sometimes falls from the highest branches. Top center, but also of Honduras, the song is both clear and dark. It is always a voice that justifies itself, even more than a cadence. To think it needs to be felt first. What is more, to feel enough. Sometimes pica and rings. Others shudder. It hurts and grieves with timely precision. It is poetry of all food and essential for some poetry. Praying and singing, but also played. Eutrapelia and Eucharist, the song is a memory full of celebrations and sorrows. Decipher the secret codes of language and gives music lessons, no special knowledge go hawking. Source for understanding cultures and learn stories, the song does not occupy a fixed space. Is wandering, as Gallegos said  Cantaclaro   . Today I will approximate to food in Venezuela. I open with the metaphor of the beautiful Catholic church and close to a council of wisdom and prudence:  
    put on the table a glass   
    and cup a vial,   
    a rose in the vial   
    and the pink dove   
    when you go to the plains   
    and will not carry accoutrement,   
    singing hunger is removed,   
    whistling is removed cold.   
    The uvero and  caruto  
   early risers are the fruits    
    with life support   
    the unhappy prairie.   
   JuĂ  I gave him the death   
   asao  green plantain;   
    when I get it I like,   
    when I can not stand callao.   
    When I go to chapel   
    cansao arrived dead,   
    but as puntapieses   
    with topochos sancochaos.   
    Last night I was dreaming,   
    you, my sweet love,   
    a nap too salty   
    of taste and flavor.   
    The judge asked me yesterday   
    that what kept me   
   -eating and drinking-  
  as   keep your honor.   
    My name is Juan de Orozco   
    when as I know.   
    When eating out   
    begin to recognize.   
    Zamurito eat meat   
    I wanted to eat,   
   rib fat cow    
    And woman's crotch.   
    The chili should be green   
    and red pepper,   
    eggplant  thorny  
    and loves quiet.   
   Lover paradoxes, Borges's like a figure of rhetoric called oxymoron. So do not be rash to say that she would have the sixth couplet or gaucho version, which should be none. But not only gourmet Borges and they like the salty and sweet dream.  already know  know how well the harmonious combination of contrasts.  
   And finally, What I say about Juan de Orozco? Identified him in this world who still marching coltsfoot, are able to preserve the sacred moment   food. And I do not end dispénsenme saying in verse I began to talk.  
  
  
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