white daisies, yellow
large fields full of rosemary
verbena, marshmallow, and large lemon
full of laughter play to see who is the first ....
Entry into a ravine from the top
leads with a look ahead
a turbulent sea, is North Sea,
myself among thickets and tuners ...
'm stuck in a small continent
almost appreciate that heat from Teror,
in the body cold and drizzle on my face
Maspalomas enveloping feel to see my body ...
and I can look at the sea bathed
these high mountains, I can almost see the Nublo,
see Playa del Inglés and appreciation to win these high clouds ...
From here, from Artenara I can see the Teide
majestic volcano today gives us the day
with that sea of \u200b\u200bclouds at his feet, barely seen
where you just start my island and where the canyons ...
That God's finger broken by a storm
let us recall that there was someone great
Galdar says with love and dedication
Viva el Gran Canario!, you want to land ...
Since I can see Quarry
away like boats,
gay sailors being
singing to the queen of the night ...
My joy at setting foot on this blessed island,
from my heart longing to return ...
to look at that blue sky,
that God wanted to give the canaries,
for most remote from their dreams
not have to dream, dreams Peninsula.
Why do not you write a little poem with the matter of lived experience?
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