The sun blinked

 Arrogant southern garden
Your customs are so great
Let me offer you a gesture of my amazement
broad lawns of healthy shiny ankle cut grass

Gaucho sun reflecting it 
Like some generous future
Handed down by an abundance loving god
The tall fruit trees and wondrous pepper groves

According to the son and the sun
This emerald setting is paradise forever
Ailments subside here
Fear and cowardice dissapate here

Fertility of the land sets us free
we hold hands with the wind
That never attempts to be
Much more than a pleasant summer breeze

According to exuberant youth
All other destinations are poor in contrast
His voice finished like an epic film ending
Sun blinked to underscore his last words