Monserrate Anthem

Pop blues-rock, built on his warm, vocal slide guitar work, the diatonic accordion, the caja vallenata (a small drum of African origin, played with the hands), and the guacharaca (a friction percussion instrument of indigenous origin), His voice is gravelly baritone, offering an introspective, world-weary storytelling approach

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© Copyright (2025)
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Verse 1
High in the Andes, the grand capital sleeps, 
Where ancient culture her true promise keeps. 
The Bolivar Square shows its proud stance, 
A long history offering its true chance.
I see monuments where the people pause, 
Guided by strong and important local laws.

Chorus
Cold winds softly blow. 
Old tales we now know. 
High mountains brightly glow. 
Where deep rivers flow.

Verse 2
A grand old Cathedral stands with solemn grace,
Its deep importance in this sacred place. 
I walk through La Candelaria's old terrain, 
Feeling joyful, free from any pain. 
The air is filled with lively, rhythmic sound, 
Where peaceful simple rituals are found.

Chorus
Cold winds softly blow. 
Old tales we now know. 
High mountains brightly glow. 
Where deep rivers flow.

Verse 3
The Gold Museum shows its ancient true art, 
Leaving all worries far behind my thought.
I see the grand Monserrate's high ascent, 
A spiritual journey, heaven-sent. 
These strong local customs feel so truly fine, 
A special feeling, wonderfully divine.

Chorus
Cold winds softly blow. 
Old tales we now know. 
High mountains brightly glow. 
Where deep rivers flow.

Verse 4
A local man with his dog smiled wide, 
Showing their homes where daily joys reside. 
We shared quick laughs and a simple warm dish, 
A great welcome, better than any true wish. 
He spoke of their lives with proud regard, 
Building with me a true, strong loyal bond.

Chorus
Cold winds softly blow. 
Old tales we now know. 
High mountains brightly glow. 
Where deep rivers flow.

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After a grueling fifteen-hour hitchhike from Panama City, Julian arrived in Bogotá. His journey took him through the ports of Turbo and the misty mountains of Medellín. Exhausted, he was looking for a quiet place to rest. It was in a high-altitude park that he met a local man and his powerful dog, who offered him a welcome typical of the Andean region. ******************************************* © Copyright (2025) ******************************************* Verse 1 High in the Andes, the grand capital sleeps, Where ancient culture her true promise keeps. The Bolivar Square shows its proud stance, A long history offering its true chance. I see monuments where the people pause, Guided by strong and important local laws. Chorus Cold winds softly blow. Old tales we now know. High mountains brightly glow. Where deep rivers flow. Verse 2 A grand old Cathedral stands with solemn grace, Its deep importance in this sacred place. I walk through La Candelaria's old terrain, Feeling joyful, free from any pain. The air is filled with lively, rhythmic sound, Where peaceful simple rituals are found. Chorus Cold winds softly blow. Old tales we now know. High mountains brightly glow. Where deep rivers flow. Verse 3 The Gold Museum shows its ancient true art, Leaving all worries far behind my thought. I see the grand Monserrate's high ascent, A spiritual journey, heaven-sent. These strong local customs feel so truly fine, A special feeling, wonderfully divine. Chorus Cold winds softly blow. Old tales we now know. High mountains brightly glow. Where deep rivers flow. Verse 4 A local man with his dog smiled wide, Showing their homes where daily joys reside. We shared quick laughs and a simple warm dish, A great welcome, better than any true wish. He spoke of their lives with proud regard, Building with me a true, strong loyal bond. Chorus Cold winds softly blow. Old tales we now know. High mountains brightly glow. Where deep rivers flow.

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