Kissing the mountain range
The prairies daughter
Of the buitreras and guaiquillo

The drains veins of the orchards on the
Cultivated field were opened

Wide quiet dying earth the seeds of uaral
Germinated from you entrains
Poised like leaves by the yolks of the branches

Ironic beautiful land resigned
You hare inherited me your more intimate song
I am firewood of you
A living torture
I am mist among the poplars
Side never slope never drink

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