CARLOS SANTANA _Krispin Joseph (Trans-Gita S.R.)

I,
the mistress of Carlos Santana
Travelling to Mexico by train
We have a show tonight.
Have witnessed many times
the mirth of the crowd
When guitar and the drums blend in harmony.

You are familiar
Only with crowds like
the pendulous penis
of a naked man.
Since you have been in my company
You shunned persons from your crowds
Who don’t smoke a cigar or drink some beer.

Sometime back
You have told me
That
My face resembles
The wine goblets
Of the posh bars of Paris.
I too have said this much
That,
I wish to be one in the crowd
Swaying to your music
Beneath your banners.

It has been many a year
Since you started your journey from
Windrocks.
On your mission to tame this
Wild earth.
Many a land you have
Traversed,
Now they
Speak the language of your guitar.
The secret relationship
Between the earth and the guitar
Is known just to your fingers
The wild harmony.
Sans words,
You speak of the transformation
Of earth to a guitar
In your own way.


The earth
Is no more round
It is flat like a guitar.
In its strings are
Recorded the umpteen nights
We have made love.
In its strings are recorded the
Deftness of your fingers,
that moved the crowds to ecstasy.

You,
Who come from the
woods of Mexico.
I know,
on each stage
you try to share
The fond memories of your friends,
the bunnies and grasshoppers.
And that you are always trying to
translate their language
to that of humans!