CRONOS AND LA FLACA DANCING DANZON

She elegant,

The nervous, sober, older,

She smiling,

The eager, wise, actor,

And the ticking, endless between the two.

That ticking never stops

Dance to the rhythm of the danzón

So full of mischief

In ornament and transition,

He loses her in his fine steps

Conquer with your attitude

Taking the waist

With cadence and neatness,

She shows her blush

The more he wants to continue dancing,

She already forgets her duties, entangled in flourishes,

Has succumbed to his charm,

And meanwhile to the jarochos, if they are on the boardwalk,

Life and time are a gift!