O persistence, in spite of syphilis
Had Pedro de Mendoza, founding Buenos Aires,
Where Indians attacked night and day,
And his men died of hunger and illness.
A bad commander was he, according to accounts,
But O what misery he must have endured;
Rich, from the Sack of Rome, highly favoured
By the King of Spain, sent
To conquer La Plata, and bring back gold,-
He found nothing, other than agony
And disillusionment. Utterly greedy,
Nasty man; but what fortitude!
He sent Ayolas to find the gold
Who ventured into the Chaco,
But on his return, he was killed
By a sharp, Payaguan arrow.
The soft beauty seduced them all
Into mad adventure in serious soul,
Coping with difficulty, pain, exhaustion,
Because of European lust, but also mythical hope
Absorbed from the Guaraní,
Who always yearned for the Mbaé Verá Guazú,
The Land Without Evil, mystical paradise
With a Silver Mountain;
These things merged,
And Paraguay was born,
Crazy and young.