(Cont.d)Small, small. But it’s my homeland,
it’s my land hemmed in
by the boundless sky,
by the vast azure of the waves.
Only a bit of blue!
Small. No! Until my eyes
can gaze beyond the mountains
that enclose my shores
in the east, beyond
the west
where beneath the sea
other lands rise
as green and sweet as mine.
Other lands. Oh no!
Lands that face the sun,
my sun:
lands always reborn in my dreams,
in the ancestral dream
of my heart.
Lands from where came the people
of my little homeland,
from where came the harmonious