'Sonnet to our beloved people on a transcendental May 1'

Waves of hands, sea of flags.
Chant of shining light, burning scale.
Aurora released at dawn.
Lightning scattered through palms.

Bouquet of dreams, tree without borders.
Sidereal and combatant dove.
Star erected on a slope.
Pollen from urgent spring seasons.

Unbeatable bastion, rock of the heights.
Wide furrow carved between bursts of fire.
Independence over the verdant plain.

Enamoured horse of peace.
Revolution of pure geography.
Homeland and mankind, my beloved people.
 

Prensa Latina