Above: Anthony Francis Rosado

To see DIT's San Francisco Performance to
Anthony's music,
Click Here

This
song, titled "Lo Que Sea Amour" was composed, produced, and sung by
Anthony Francis Rosado
.

                    Here is more of  Anthony's original music,
                                              a song titled "Mis Heridas."


Note that at the link below is a "Salsa version" of the music, with a danceable tempo.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppMQDaycbLk

And if you click on the box below, you can hear his "ballad version" of the song.
(That's not done to a Salsa tempo but is really gorgeous music).


Mis Heridas is sung by Anthony and his sister, Andrea Rosado.

And at this link, you can hear El Padra Salsero, a song about a priest who dances Salsa! http://youtu.be/kzpLaSy1uyA

Anthony has been kind enough to share his beautiful music, Salsa and otherwise, with DanceInTime and the world.  Enjoy these songs---we are dancing to them! 
And we trust these musical creations will keep on coming as they are created from Anthony's love of Latin music and dance, and his zest for life---all of which are certainly endless.  To hear more of Anthony's work,
 click here
(Note that English translations are below---with lyrics written by him as well.)
 

ENGLISH TRANSLATION TO MIS HERIDAS

VERSE 1

Man

I don’t want to remember that I fell in love
and I lost you.

The memory of you gives me too much pain.

I just want for my life to begin again,

Without you, without pain, without shame.

Woman

Don’t pretend that we had never loved.

Losing you hurt me more than ever.

Through the pain, my soul is being transfigured:

It is being healed and lightened.

Every tear finds its place.

CHORUS 1

Woman

That you look at my wounds…

Man

No, no, that you give me what I wish to heal.

Don’t you know that to remember is to suffer an illusion?

Woman

Don’t you know that to remember is a true
gift?

Both

That you understand my pains,

Man

And don’t ask of me something that I can’t do.

Because I must not open…

Woman

Because I must not close…

Both

The wounds of my heart.

VERSE 2

Woman

I know well how it hurts you to sail

Through a sea always full of your tears.

Don’t make me watch your soul darken

With fear, with anxiety, with shame.

Man

Maybe it’s true, that my memory gives you strength.

Not so for me; the agony I can’t endure.

Not all pains bring happiness.

Some are too great;

Some tears don’t have a place.

CHORUS 2

Both

That you look at my wounds,

That you give me what I wish to heal.

Man

Why don’t you accept that forgetting is my remedy?

Woman

Why don’t you accept that forgetting is a
lie?

Both

That you understand my pains,

Woman

And don’t ask of me something that I can’t do.

Because I must not close…

Man

Because I must not open…

Both

The wounds of my heart.

CHORUS 3

Woman

That you look at my wounds…

Man

(One cannot heal with open wounds.)

Woman

…that you give me what I wish to heal.

Man

(You are reliving the same moments.)

That you look at my wounds…

Woman

(If you let it, I know your heart will flower.)

Man

…that you give me what I wish,

What I need from you to free myself at last

And live my own way.

Both

That you understand my pains,

And don’t ask of me something that I can’t do.

Woman

Because I must not close…

Man

Because I must not open…

I ask you, I beg you,

Don’t force me to open…

Woman

Because I must not close,

Don’t make me, I ask you, I beg you,

Don’t force me to close…

Both

The wounds of my heart.

ENGLISH TRANSLATION TO FATHER SALSERO

In one church every Sunday
The people come in droves 
To see their favorite priest
whom they call "Father Salsero"

(and that is I, you see!)

I greet them playing the guiro
While I walk in the procession,
And I intone all of the Ordinary
Always over the clave de son

(Gloria in excelsis Deo)

I offer my prayers
While the tumbao sounds.
With me they repeat
And repeat the final chorus,
And after the refrain,
I myself take the keyboard

When I bless my people,
Listen, I sing the benediction,
And I raise my hands over them
With the style of Father Salsero

The Father-Creator gives me the music to create.
The Son of His love my Word to sing.
With the fire of the Holy Spirit to dance,
Flavoring religion with the taste of guaguanco,
Because a life of happiness is the message
Of Father Salsero

They see me dancing on the street,
Practicing all my steps
To spin around in the sanctuary,
Mind you, which isn't easy with those vestments

The ladies like dancing with the priest.
Their husbands know it's a dance and nothing more.
And they say to me, "Thank you, Father!
She's wanted to dance for a while now!"

(It's because I always leave room for the Holy Spirit,
you got me?)

And when I go for visits,
They clear the living room floor
So that the whole family
Can dance with Father Salsero

The Father-Creator gives me the music to create.
The Son of His love my Word to sing.
With the fire of the Holy Spirit to dance,
Flavoring religion with the taste of guaguanco,
Because a life of happiness is the message
Of Father Salsero

Leave room for the Holy Spirit
And dance, dance with Father Salsero!

I celebrate with congas, I celebrate with bells
I celebrate with all the instruments of the salsa I love

The people love to see the man who dances in collar
In the street, the house, the church, place doesn't matter to me

(Listen, listen, everyone listen. Father is talking!)

They tell me "You are the coolest priest I know!"
But for me, celebrate life is what Father Salsero does

(In the name of the Father, and of the Son,
And of the Holy Spirit.
...and...salsa!)

(Let us pray.
...forever and ever. Amen.)

Go in peace