I'm three pure breeds


In the beautiful Quiqueya! for the first time there was a great human encounter Indian, black and white, three different custom, three different rhythm and three different flavor.
was here in Quisqueya! that the brave Indian its mountains conquered, its maracas resounded as His grit, the guiro resounded like a rain as they ware danced their dareito playing its drum and the sound of the jungle gave his exploder and the ring tones of a song of great nightingale!
Quiqueya! Here comes the white Spanish man crussing the ocean with their sword in their hands! consquesting virgin land for its gold and riches, haughty and proud! the guitar resounded accompanied by their clapping hands the Gypsies sang while the blond and the brunette possessed danced in their trance.
Quisqueya! The third that was to get here was the black man we called him happy kumbe with chains on their hands and also on their feet , unburden of Corabella ship singing in Bambie, toom-tum -toom toom-tum-tum bad-dad-ded they keep moving their black ass at the rear of a tumbao,the drums resound joys! here in Quisqueya whend Africa mourns their children of her! toom-tum-toom toom-tum-toom Bad-dad-ded so they sang their little black one more time again.

Quisqueya is a prove ta which blend milk and coffee and mix the beans and rices the tomato sauce and then for good taste, that I am! three pure breeds, Indian, black and white and pure taste that I am! Merengue, salsa,tropical rhythmdon the guagaa and Guaguanco.and paw wao jazz and rockrolls and that is what I am....that is what I am.!