Borinquen’s Vibrant Soul

Salsa rhythms paint the air,
Congas and timbales in wild embrace,
Hips sway without a care,
In streets alive with Caribbean grace.

Bomba drums beat ancient tales,
Of strength and pride in every sound,
Dancers’ skirts like vibrant sails,
Sweep circles on hallowed ground.

Aromas of sofrito rise,
From bubbling pots of arroz con gandules,
Lechón and mofongo comprise
A feast fit for Taíno rules.

In fiestas, colors explode,
Vejigantes in demon masks parade,
While coquí’s night-song bode
Of magic in each forest glade.

From El Yunque to San Juan’s walls,
Boricua spirit burns bright and true,
In art, in life, it enthralls,
A culture rich, forever new.