La Piragua

My grandparents told me that long ago
A canoe sailed endlessly
And left the old bank port
To the beaches of love in Chimichagua

Splashing through the gale
It shuddered
Impassively defying the storm
And an army of stars followed it
Studding it with light and legend

It was Guillermo Cubillo's canoe
It was the canoe, it was the canoe