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⁣Estamos Aquí: Una Historia de AfroDescendientes Bolivianos
Katie MeolaSpring 2012SIT Bolivia

The art of Ras Jahaziel

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FOR THE BUILDING OF AN UPRIGHT AND CONSCIOUS PEOPLE.

Las Caras Lindas is a famous song by the ⁣renown Black Boricua singer, Ismael Rivera. It is a song that gave us Abibifo⁣ɔ from the spanish-terrorized regions of the world much pride in our Blackness. The Beautiful Faces of My Black People!

Lyrics translated to english:



A la le, a la le, a
la lee, la la le le

The beautiful faces
of my Black people
Are a parade of
blossoming molasses
That when it passes
in front of me, my heart rejoices
In their Blackness

The beautiful faces
of my dark-skinned race
Hold tears, sorrow,
and pain
They are the truths
that life challenges
But they carry much
love within

We are the molasses
that laughs
The molasses that
cries
We are the molasses
that loves
And in every kiss,
it is moving

That's why I live
proud of their color
We are kind,
dark-skinned people, with clear poetry
They have their
rhythm, they have melody
The beautiful faces
of my Black people

The beautiful faces
(how beautiful, but), the beautiful faces (but look how beautiful
they are)
The beautiful faces
of my Black people
They have, they
have, they have, they have tears, much melody, I tell you
They have beauty and
they also have very beautiful poetry

The beautiful faces,
the beautiful faces
The beautiful faces
of my Black people
Beautiful faces of
Black people, of which I have many in my calm moments
The beautiful faces
of my Black people are a blast

The beautiful faces,
the beautiful faces (how beautiful they are)
The beautiful faces
of my Black people
We are, I tell you,
the molasses that laughs, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, that sings and that
cries
And in every kiss,
very moving and captivating

The beautiful faces
(beautiful, beautiful), the beautiful faces (beautiful, beautiful,
beautiful, how beautiful they are)
The beautiful faces
of my Black people
I tell you that in
Portobelo, Panama, I saw the most beautiful and pure face
And that's why my
heart rejoices in its Blackness, that one is truly beautiful

The beautiful faces,
the beautiful faces
The beautiful faces
of my Black people (it sounds)

How beau-, how
beau-, how beautiful they are
Pure Blackness
How beau-, how
beau-, how beautiful they are

The beautiful faces,
the beautiful faces (but how beautiful they are)
The beautiful faces
of my Black people

Listen to me, but
how They are beautiful
They are pretty,
they are lovely
They are beautiful,
how pretty they are
Pretty as you'll
see, that's how they are
Pretty faces like
that one that tells you with a playful tease
A sweet, playful
tease with your sweet, melon-like heart

For the pretty faces
of Llorens Torres
Tell them, Mario

How pretty, how
pretty, how pretty, how pretty, how lovely they are
How beautiful they
are, very beautiful, how lovely they are, how pretty they are
Pretty faces,
pretty, pretty they are, take me!

How pretty they are,
they are pretty
But how pretty they
are, but how pretty they are
How pretty they are,
they are pretty

Many pretty faces
But how pretty, how
pretty, how pretty they are, here they come!

For all the pretty
faces of latin america

But how pretty, but
look how pretty the pretty faces are
Of my Black people,
there are so many
The pretty faces,
the pretty faces
The pretty faces of
my Black people

A parade of
Blackness, of the pure kind that comes from down there
The pretty faces of
my Black people, they are a playful tease
The pretty faces,
the pretty faces
The pretty faces of
my Black people

Molasses that
laughs, molasses that laughs, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Oh, that sings and
that cries
And in every kiss,
so moving
But how pretty


Original content info:
Provided to YouTube by Universal Music GroupLas Caras Lindas · Ismael RiveraEsto Si Es Lo Mío℗ 1978 Craft Recordings.Released on: 1978-01-01Producer, Vocalist: Ismael RiveraProducer: Javier VázquezRecording Engineer: Irv GreenbaumChorus: Rubén BladesChorus: Adalberto SantiagoChorus: Nestor SanchezChorus: Héctor LavoeComposer Lyricist: Tite Curet AlonsoAuto-generated by YouTube.

Currulao is the main traditional genre of Abibifo⁣ɔ music out of the Southern Pacific Coast of 'colombia' and Northern Pacific Coast of 'ecuador'. This group is specifically from Timbiqui, Cauca, a Pacific Coastal town in the biogeographic Choco region. Timbiqui is also the name of the river where the community of Timbiqui is located. This song is about singing to the river asking for a safe passage, to let them go up the river, don't drown us (no me vayas a hogar), don't wet us (no me vayas a mojar), let me go up (dejame subi'). This is a continuation of evidence of our Kmtyu worldview regardless of location and colonial language. Reverence and respect for nature, the oceans, the rivers, and the source of life, water. This can be seen as a libation song for traveling up the Timbiqui river safely. The main instrument is the marimba, made from the palm trees in the Choco rainforest, and said to be a reconstructed descendant of the balafon made by Abibifo⁣ɔ in a new context. We carried Abibiman with us!


original video info:
Provided to YouTube by ONErpmRio Timbiqui · Canalón de TimbiquíDejame Subi℗ Canalon de TimbiquiReleased on: 2004-02-06Auto-generated by YouTube.