Let me walk in beauty, and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset. Make my hands respect the things you have made and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand the things you have taught my people. Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock. I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy - myself. Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes. So when life fades, as the fading sunset my spirit may come to you without shame. Chapter dedicated to my grandfather Mario de la Puente Yuraszeck..."Huinca Tulipa" , and my Father Ricardo de la Puente...Dreamers and Warriors Poets, De la Puente´s