A poem for Panama

When you come to Panama
Come to the land of Eden
To the land where La India Dormida
Opening old sheets, which tells the story of Flor de Aire

And, of all the lands of Eden, spare some time to visit Coiba
This is not about the Boogie Man or the exile nor is it a story about a ghetto for 3000 criminals.
Or, Los Desaparacidos awaits the revenge of Omar torrijos and Manuel Noriega.

In Eden Coiba, the expanse of green stretches, melt away like zircon crystals
Under the midday sun, that pure chastity emerges like holy love

The song comes by itself
From the abstraction of an odyssey
Finding the monochromatic beauty
From behind the scenes the rhymes of the sailor from the north

The sound of the sea
Knitted from the hands of girls on the Azuero Peninsula
And, an old man is ready to play Mejoranera

With a gentle gust of wind from across Veraguas Small waves slowly move to shore
On the pine colored sand
Written poems from Montijo

When the sun goes down
Soon memories will be embedded
On the pine colored sand
Waiting
In the light of September, closing the story of hundreds of years ago.

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