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They like to all me Cristóbal and wave a flurrying finger to mark the accent. Here I am
recognized almost diminutive in a dentelle of design higher still in the chain, this cordillera till I am perched almost to overtumble to the ocean, the same which made when old when young, and now from its other littoral makes me so much older and younger than before in this beaten dance and song: Cristóbal, chrism from the beaks of heron blue-swift flame skip on the houses of San Cristóbal, Indian Cristóbal, from the mountains, Cristóbal.
Dance in air above sand arena, on squared-circle arms fly with the eagle and the heron drum and ring Cristóbal.
Christened in mescal vital and greened alive is quick with the flight of the men who whirl a white crescendo calming all the chiming hibiscus, as down from a flowering cross Cristo dances here in Cristóbal. |