The beautiful girl holds a vigil and defends my life from within
an orbital temple, circular with its seven columns.
Her imperious voice descends, because of me, to the modulations of song.
I emerged comforted by her presence, carrying a branch of ceder by
I descended a mountainous trail to the ocean shore, where my barque
The canticle kept sounding, ascendant and magnificent, it paralyzed
nature in its course, It inspired me to save the zone from the squall.
The sun stood still, for hours on end, peeking over the line of the horizon.