You are a strong and sovereign woman
You, girl from the mountain
Where the hillbillies sleep
Holding a rosary in their hands
Where family photos remain
Of people of old times
You were raised with their tango
And with so much poetry springing
Out of their thousand-color paintbrushes
I want you to one day put to rest your fears…
By the sacred cord of love
Your strength came to me,
And the light that I carry
Is the legacy of your gaze
Take better care of yourself my Beacon…
My Beacon, my mother, my Beacon…