Guatemala
Guatemala
Brunette sweet and barefoot
With eyes of Atitlan and star
Who already lived in it,
Always the odd
Your body of volcano and mountain
That almost heaven reaches.
Our beloved Guatemala.

The tails of quetzal
They are your hair and therefore
They fall on their full tunic
Arco iris and symbols covering her breasts
Crescent
That you feed your people.
Our beloved Guatemala.

Fertile land which took as a gift
Of our mother nature
The cocoa and corn
To make the happy human.
Full of beautiful lakes and rivers
Where is born the weed
And they converse with the opal.
Our beloved Guatemala

They are peaceful and Atlantic legs
Formed by four intense and cults villages facing the world, multicolor light
The land I belong as a human
To give a message of love to the sister and brother
Our beloved Guatemala.

Marco Antonio Sagastume Gemmell

I had posted up something about "Guatemaya". I studious friend from back home corrected or I should say questioned my spelling. But the Mayans are working to get the spelling changed to Guatemaya because; Mexico makes a joke about nothing good comes from Guate-mala. This is a beautiful country with beautiful people, I left part of my heart there. Would go back again not as a "tourist" but with a desire to be part of "the village".