Oh mi Paují querido, pueblecito de ensueño
tus saltos y tus ríos llenos de inspiración
Sus tepuyes le dan misterio sabanero
y su cielo estrellado nos hace suspirar.(bis)

Su bello atardecer, donde el sol nos enseña
sus preciosos colores, matices sin igual.
Su gente es especial, sus callecitas bellas
Su gran vegetación, paisaje singular.

Por eso yo de aquí nunca quiero marcharme
pues amo a mi Paují, mi pueblecito ideal. (bis)

Espero les guste la canción, voy compartiendo con ustedes tesoros muy íntimos como es este, para mí significa mucho.

GRACIAS POR DEDICAR TIEMPO VALIOSO DE TU VIDA A LEERME

Hello my Dears

A greeting full of affection, full of the magic of life, of good things for everyone.

Singing, is an act that defines us and makes us connect with thousands of emotions, now, when we compose a song many things are present, experiences, ways of thinking, emotions and feelings.

Since I was a child I grew up in a family that loved art in all its forms, but my mom was the one who instilled in me the love for music, poetry and painting, she left us when I was very young, yet her love for music remained in my soul, and among so many beautiful things she left us songs, like this one that I come to share with you today.

To give you a context, my mom was born in Caracas, then she moved to Barquisimeto and for family reasons we had to travel to the town of EL PAUJÍ, located in the Gran Sabana Municipality of the State of Bolivar, Venezuela. This town more than 35 years ago was a beautiful place (today many of its places are destroyed by mining), so when my mom arrived there she fell in love with the place and decided to move and a trip that was temporary became a change of life that I will always be grateful for, because my childhood and adolescence took place in one of the most beautiful places on the planet LA GRAN SABANA.

I share with you some of my own pictures of El PAUJÍ

Central part of the town.

Main street, I am just in front of the house where we lived. This street at the end led to the town's airport, which was a large granzón runway.

Another view of the town.

Mother's house where I grew up from the age of 9 until I was 18, then this house was sold. A beautiful little Bahareque house with wooden doors and windows.

In love with this place she made poems and songs in the style of Venezuelan pasaje interpreted with cuatro, this is one of them:

Lyrics and Music: Judith Scott