and Taita Facundo is silent; both dreaming in the night and walking, walking. I bring them together. (823. 43-47) And the bringing together does not create silence, a certain harmony; instead, the friction between the two makes sparks and triggers the imagination: they possess for him equal power for inspiration: They embrace. They sigh, they raise their sturdy heads; both of equal size, a Black longing, a White longing. both of size, they scream, dream, weep, sing. They dream, weep, sing. They weep, sing. Sing! In the preceding manner, the two heritages of the mulatto culture inspire him to write.
and Taita Facundo is silent; both dreaming in the night and walking, walking. I bring them together. (823. 43-47) And the bringing together does not create silence, a certain harmony; instead, the friction between the two makes sparks and triggers the imagination: they possess for him equal power for inspiration: They embrace. They sigh, they raise their sturdy heads; both of equal size, a Black longing, a White longing. both of size, they scream, dream, weep, sing. They dream, weep, sing. They weep, sing. Sing! In the preceding manner, the two heritages of the mulatto culture inspire him to write.
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