We remember the poetic work in the book Intimamente azul by Amelia Pinoargote.
From the seaside shore, the old wind yawns
and sings to us, plaintively, his song of sweet complaints.
Dormita... like the white grandmother in the stories, a quiet and peaceful city: The town of Santa Elena.
Two towers add a prayer accent to the landscape
and its windows look like tender, frightened girls;
blinking always languidly
Who put Saint Helena in the middle of your path?
between the gulf and the inlet?
Like a precious gem set on a ring
Who gave you that imperturbable tranquility of other times?
And who painted that silence in your streets and squares,
in your sky, in your grove
in those red and mauve sunsets.
Why does Santa Elena have this mystery that attracts it?
A memory of sighs,
of goodbyes that are not accepted
What star paths does your queen's foot know?
Paths of distant stories,
that are lost in yesterday
and they mark our tomorrow.
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