Raise this land of red eyes,
I also am not the father and the boy who rises,
Say, oh ye scornful ancestor resurfaces,
Killed and ravines.
A breeze dances,
Natron wear their footsteps with lint and buckles,
Dame, though horrified Gypsies,
Passions and misfortunes.
Rain undresses,
O great modern noises,
Tall and straight emerged from their crooked bones,
Each wave by birds in the leaves.
Cartagena always waiting for the hungry pirates,
Talk to your enemies,
I admire men who have gone seventies,
Vice haunts us even in the midst of our pleasures.
Eat and drink comrades.
source: acrosticos
