Sayings of Ecuadorian origin
Hands that give also receive.
Every secret is eventually revealed.
The pot that belongs to many is stirred poorly and boiled even worse.
It’s a fine sermon about fasting when the preacher just had lunch.
No matter if the child’s born with a flat nose, as long as it breathes.
The strong forgive, the weak remember.
When one is helping another, both gain in strength.
He who does not go to sea knows not how to pray.
When the treasure chest is open, even the just man sins.
Little by little one walks far.
The devil’s wiser more on account of his age than on account of being the devil.
Anger of the mind is poison to the soul.
Every donkey has its own saddle.
Ecuador, officially the Republic of Ecuador, is a representative democratic republic in northwestern South America, bordered by Colombia on the north, Peru on the east and south, and the Pacific Ocean to the west. Ecuador also includes the Galápagos Islands in the Pacific, about 1,000 kilometres (620 mi) west of the mainland.
What is now Ecuador was home to a variety of indigenous groups that were gradually incorporated into the Inca Empire during the fifteenth century.(External link to Wikipedia page on Ecuador for further reading)
Quito formally San Francisco de Quito, is the capital city of Ecuador, and at an elevation of 2,850 metres (9,350 ft) above sea level, it is the highest official capital city in the world.
Spanish is the official language and is spoken by a majority of the population, though thirteen indigenous languages are also recognized, including Quichua and Shuar.
“We Salute You, Our Homeland” “¡Salve, Oh Patria!” is the national anthem of Ecuador. (Watch Youtube Video)
Lyrics
We greet you, Oh Fatherland, a thousand times!
Oh Fatherland, Glory be to you! Glory be to you!
Your breast, your breast, overflows,
Your breast overflows with joy and peace;
And your radiant face, your radiant face
is brighter than the shining sun we see,
Your children of the yoke were outraged,
For they were imposed by the audacious Iberians,
By the unjust and horrendous disgrace,
Fatally weighing upon you.
From the skies a holy voice cried out,
that noble voice of a unbreakable pledge,
to defeat that monster of blood,
that this yoke of yours would disappear.
The first sons of the soil, noble
Which the proud; the Pichincha adorns,
They declared you as their sovereign lady forever
And shed their blood for you.
God observed and accepted that sacrifice,
And that blood was the prolific seed
Of other heroes whom the world in astonishment
Saw rise up around you by the thousands.
Rise up by the thousands, Rise up by the thousands.
Chorus
At last the fierce Spanish yielded,
And now, oh fatherland, your free existence
The noble and magnificent heritage,
That gave us the happy heroism:
It was given to us from our fathers hands,
Let no one take it from us now,
Nor wish to excite our vengeful anger,
Any foolish or bold, against itself.
Of those heroes of iron arm
No land was invincible,
And from the valley to the highest sierra
You could hear the roar of the fray;
After the fray that victory would fly,
Freedom after the triumph would come,
And the Lion was heard broken
With a roar of helplessness and despair.
No one, oh fatherland, tries it. The shadows of
Your glorious heroes watch us,
And the value and pride that inspire
They are omens of victories for you.
Come lead and the striking iron,
That the idea of war and revenge
Wakes the heroic strength
That made the fierce Spanish succumb.
And if new chains are prepared by
The barbaric injustice of fate,
Great Pichincha! you prevent the death
Of the country and their children in the end;
Sinks to the deep point in your gut
When there in your land, the tyrant
Let him trample upon only ashes and in vain
Look for trace of any being by you.