Our Father thou art in Heaven, in water, in air in all our silent and broad latitude everything bears your name, Father in our dwelling: your name raises sweetness in sugar cane Bolivar tin has a Bolivar gleam the Bolívar bird flies over the Bolivar volcano the potato, the saltpeter, the special shadows, the brooks, the phosphorous stone veins everything comes from your extinguished life your legacy was rivers, plains, bell towers your legacy is our daily bread, oh Father.