When the sun sets beneath its shades,
Covered by mountains underneath its aims,
When clouds aloof the awesome
sky
Below the earth of arduous rise,
Then I am a shooting star,
A releasing arm in a lover's town,
Where once, I saw her ravened black
hair,
Glimmering with life that only Cano Cristales* could live – poverty in Spirit,
An enemy to
villainy,
Woman in beauty, a sage in learning
and a Christ in holiness.
* Cano Christales is known as "the river that ran away from paradise" and it is located in northern Columbia
K.oni
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