...on every fatal page of its history,
our land has been forged from pa**ion and glory,
our land has been created for Humanity.
Its people are vibrant, pa**ionate, proud, honest -
a people aware of what it means to exist,
who cut down
and gather their energies in sheaves
of promise, and demonstrate well for their country
how they're able to raise their right hands and bravely
hold the steel of war or the olive branch of peace.
If one's country is small, it grows bigger in dreams.
My illusions, desires, my hopes of home
convince me no country is as small as it seems.
Today, for me, León is my Paris, my Rome.