La Rosa De Los Vientos

It was that north wind that guided us,
the one with a clear honey color.
The south wind hoisted us on its back,
high faithful horse.

To the west, the wind made a gesture
when it brought forty from the sea
and there were those who managed to tame
the blue east wind.

That's how we arrived at Picarquín,
from the west, the north, the east, and the south
over mountains wet with light.

That's how we overcame a dry sand dune,
that's how we could finally lie down
waiting for dawn from Picarquín.

The compass rose will watch over
with its wings spread to the edge
guarding the camp at Picarquín.

Guarding the camp at Picarquín,
the compass rose has no end
with its wings spread to the edge