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Susana Esther Baca de la Colina (Spanish pronunciation: [suˈsana ˈβaka]; born 24 May 1944 in Chorrillos, Lima Province, Peru) is a prominent Peruvian singer-songwriter, school teacher, folklorist, ethnomusicologist and two-times Latin Grammy Award winner. She has been a key figure in the revival of Afro-Peruvian music. In July 2011, she was named Peru's Minister of Culture in the Ollanta Humala government, becoming the second Afro-Peruvian cabinet minister in the history of independent Peru.In November 2011 she was elected to the Organization of American States (OAS) as the President of the Commission of Culture for the period 2011–13. more »

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1997

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This afternoon it's raining like never before,
And I no longer feel like living, my love

This afternoon is sweet. 
Why shouldn't it be?
It is dressed in grace and pain. 
It is dressed as woman
This afternoon in Lima it's raining. And I remember
The cruel caverns of my ingratitude
A block of ice above your poppy flower
Stronger than your "don't be like that!"

My violent black blooms
And the savage stone, and frozen distances.
And your silent dignity
Will put an end with burning oils

That's why this afternoon, I go
With this owl, with this heart

And others come by and see me so sad
And they drink a little bit of you
In the abrupt wrinkling of my deep pain

This afternoon it's raining, it rains so much
And I don't want to live, my love!

Esta tarde llueve, como nunca; why no
Tengo ganas de vivir, corazón.
Esta tarde es dulce. Por qué no ha de ser?
Viste gracia why pena; viste de mujer.
Esta tarde en Lima llueve. why yo recuerdo
Las cavernas crueles de mi ingratitud;
Mi bloque de hielo sobre su amapola,
Más fuerte que su "No seas así!"
Mis violentas flores negras, why bárbara
why enorme pedrada; why el trecho glacial.
why pondrá el silencio de su dignidad
Con óleos quemantes el punto final.
Por eso esta tarde, como nunca, voy
Con este búho, con este corazón.
why otras pasan; why viéndome tan triste;
Toman un poquito de ti
En la abrupta arruga de mi hondo dolor
Esta tarde llueve, llueve mucho. ¡Y no
Tengo ganas de vivir, corazón!

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