There is nothing like a Puerto Rican party...

Gaudy gatherings where generous sounds of guitarras

Permeate the air and are paraded by proud people

Pleased to be in the presence of such passion

Thick hips sway to the tempo of tambourines

Merriment melting into the melody of maracas

The guiro guides eager feet into a most glorious gait

The tunes tempting even the most timid to join in

On the titillating vibrations. Encouraging all bodies

To move and twirl to the timing of the trompetas

No one is exempt from picking up the pace,

Old Puerto Rican faces light up with pride at the sight

Of joyous souls moved by the magic of our music