A Grande Montanha

You, my dear, wished me all the evil in the world
Yet I am that mountain of pure stone
That despite the earthquake that hit me
Did not shake my structure even a bit
I continue to be that great mountain
And I resist any kind of storm
My heart is a refuge for swallows
I also shelter the white herons of the wetlands.

Beloved woman, listen well to my advice
It's no use for you to be full of cunning
For every war you declare against me
I'm forced to compare you to an ant Trying to destroy the structure of the great mountain.

INTRODUCTION

Beloved woman, listen well to my advice
It's no use for you to be full of cunning
For every war you declare against me
I'm forced to compare you to an ant Trying to destroy the structure of the great mountain.