DAY OF THE CANARY ISLANDS (EN)

Our story

is not only written 

on paper. 

Our forests,

our cave,

our sea

and our people

make eternal

what celulosa 

never could. 

It is not easy

to see 

the Sun's arrive,

but we are polite

and we stay at his side

until he leave us. 

Despite the distance

between us

our closeness shines through.

Isolated, we are more united,

in the distance, we miss more the other.

The hands

have deep cracks,

but not our soul.

The face is sun-weathered,

but our will is clear.

The pine,

the jable, 

the land,

the seafairing, 

are part

of our cultural DNA. 

So it is, too, 

to serve a glass of wine 

to the thirsty. A piece of meat, 

a potato, 

served with a good mojo sauce, 

to the hungry. 

A smile, 

to whoever needs it most. 

That’s how we are, 

that’s how we "be". 

Forgive us 

for rejoicing 

over here, 

Hercules, 

but we are grateful 

that you stole 

the wrong apples 

when you made 

your visit 

to the Hesperides 

;-)