Found this on the way to Santiago:
Walking along the cliffs,
We acquire the steadiness of the plain.
Swimming against the tide, We acquire the tides’ power.
Forming in the mudflats,
We acquire the steadiness of rock
Dwelling in the nooks and crannies,
We acquire the closeness of neighbours.
We are beginning, middle and beginning. We shall always exist.
Smiling through sadness,
to celebrate the coming joys.
We are the turning as it turns in turn.
Our trajectory moves us
Our ancestrality to guide us.
