El Nazareno is in his altar looking at his devotees
Always, there are many people talking with him
Asking for favors, for miracles, thanking him.
He is listening to each one
He does not answer with words
He answers with facts.
He is wearing his typical purple tunic
With his cross on his back
The crown of thorns on his head
Purple is his color, it is his stamp
He has flowers and candles around
He is never alone.
Nobody knows when or where he was born
Caracas knows about El Nazareno de San Pablo
Since XVI century when he cured the town.
People were suffering yellow fever
There was no cure
Until a Holy Wednesday,
When his cross touched a lemon tree
With its juice, everybody was saved.
For hundreds of years, all Caracas
Has visited every Holy Wednesday
It is his day, it is the purple day
When he walks outside every year.
There are so many miracles, so many thanks
Now candles are prohibited that day
Because a hundred years ago, a big fire came
More people died hit by the scared than for the fire.
Juan’s son was saved
Marta’s husband could walk again
Ricardo has a new job
Pedro’s wife was able to have kids
Laura does not suffer cancer anymore
Victor bought his own house
El Nazareno always says yes.
In XIX century, he was living in a church
Which a President converted to a patriotic museum,
El Nazareno was a refugee, but
He talked with that President
He showed up in his dreams
He asked for a new house
The President, believing in his dreams
Took the piece of advice,
He built two churches in one
One side St Ana, the other St Teresa
The name of his wife.
Caracas was a colonial town
She was a small city with red ceilings
A modern place in the 70s
But a piece of hell now
El Nazareno does not move, and he is everywhere
He has several replies, every church in Caracas has one
El Nazareno always is watching us, listening to us, helping us…