Ampáranos, Madre, para que sepamos mirar a nuestro alrededor y ver la belleza y la vida, y sepamos contagiar a los demás esa mirada de reverencia y maravilla.
¡Feliz Día de la Tierra!
CANTO XV
Sí, la noche sostenida en las grandes hojas espesas,
en las vines that slope down to the sewage, snakes and slow
haunted by the witches,
in highlights and fleeing blue puffs,
giving a brief shake the hidden flowers
gave you the ancient secret of my burning land. You touched
roots, stones and fruit
hugging trees, ran through swamps,
penetrate the caves, you hurt the armadillo,
resembling a cross-burnished breastplates,
lost in the shadows of the forest and the river . Dress
the early hours of warm rains
and heard the murmur of trees and animals that claim
land of eternal night
sometimes cries and screams and hoarse in Panther.
And you saw the outbreak of large seeds,
and the birth of the leaf and flower opening.
And spoke, surrounded by deer stunned:
"Ampárame, oh wonderful land!
be with you I loved your rocks
in the shadows have the faces of new gods.
I come from the ports, the dark houses, where the wind
January destroys poor children,
where the bread is no longer bread for men.
I come from war, tears and the cross.
Ampárame, oh wonderful land! "
Vicente Gerbasi
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