From the top of the mountain
in front to the blue Carribbean Sea
I am remembering my mother
from this place, the bravest heroine!

Mother of 13 children
8 daughters, 5 sons
she rised in this mountain
and encourage them so strong!
She left us a sample
what a mother can do
when she loves her family
and wish her dream come true!

List of her daily task
is not easy for me to write
when she wishes to encourage them
to have in life a place!

Finally in her grave, she is resting
this hard working woman
the most brave heroine
in the Avila mountain!

Her 13 children, are remembering her being
naming a narrow road, with her nice name!
in mountain, place where she was born
which is missing her presence and her aroma!

Where she made happy a man, grow her kids,
planted flowers, and also plants, so green,
she made them bloomed, all the year around,
her hands made it, looks like a paradise!

People and land, still are crying for her,
since she left our earth,nothing is the same
grass is all around,looks like it's complain
missing hands of a woman,whom name was Belén!

This road, that she walked once and again
some days of sadness, anothers of happiness!
it saw her departure, for doesn't come back
it still is missing her... and also we are!

But, now this stoned road, named since today
'Belén Santana',is bringing proudly her name
for people, about this heroine don't forget
anonymous for world, a sample in this place!

How hard have been
to see they to leave
But, I must stay
and let they be!

Problem, my darling
is to learn to handle
How be so far way
and do not cry from them

Pain in my heart
has to be relieve
Work is done!
now they can be by their own!

My love for them
always will be here
waiting for them
the reason of my being!

Mother in heaven, I miss you so!
I still don't know why, why you have to go.
Far to young, you went away,
but my longing for you, is here to stay!

The world have changed, since you went away,
but my love for you, are always the same.
Even I know, all the pain you had,
now is gone, that make me glad.

Glad because you don't suffer no more,
but sad because I lost your leading core!
But you shall know, when you was here,
you was the star, I followed so dear!

You gave me inspirations, you make me think,
even as adult, I didn't follow your winks.
You were the best mother, in the whole wide world,
your sons and daughters, know that for sure!

You gave us education, you gave us your love,
if you could see them, you'd have been so proud.
Same we with your grand son and daughter too,
I fulfilled the promise, that I ones gave to you!

Santa Cruz de Tenerife, Noviembre 20, 2003

Madre desde que fuiste al cielo
En mi dejaste un vacío enorme y un desconsuelo
Para encontrar paz, suelo pensar
Que la artritis ya no te molesta más
Que ya no te duelen los pies al caminar!

En cada flor que encuentro a mi paso por este mundo
Tu estás presente recordándome
tu amor incondicional y profundo
Haciéndome sentir que no te has ido
Que aquí a mi lado, conmigo estás,
Mostrándome tu ternura tan sin igual!

Hoy a tres años de tu partida
Mientras a tu nombre una vela enciendo
Escribo estas líneas sobre este papel que quemaré luego
Con la esperanza que el humo ascienda hasta el cielo
Y te cuente lo mucho que te extraño y lo que te quiero!

Y desde el cielo, te ruego que dejes caer tus bendiciones,
Para que encuentre unas buenas razones
Que me enseñen a vivir sin ti
Y me muestren el camino
que después de tu partida, debo seguir.

Santa Cruz de Tenerife, Noviembre 20, 2003