To the land of the flourishing dynasties
Prosperous ethnicities
And refining antiquities
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I’m falling in love with the colors of your nature
With the hospitality of your creature
And with the beauty of your architecture
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You are the one that bears the sorrow of the people
The malice of the devil
And the heaviness of the castle
May God bless the splendor of your mountain
Add beauty to the magic of your fountain
And have mercy on your innocent slain
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My land, forgive me for not being so diligent for what you deserve
And not considerate to what you preserve
But my love to you will persist and run until death in my nerve
Photo by Genesis Roman Melgar
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