"None loves his country because it is big, but because it is his " Lucius Annaeus Seneca
Upon the chili lost between sea and mountains, glaciers dump
, forests and deserts, a belt tied
water and land,
a spring garden watered by the snow was dry
yellow in the southernmost in the world.
was a rainbow invested trutruca
a Mapuche,
a rowing boat,
a dull knife,
was a volcano in the Pacific,
a hero without a win, a cradle
crazy writers.
sun was fragmented in the streets,
a desert flowers, a gray
life
a hill of houses,
was a heaven on earth.
nitrate was pain,
wealth of copper, coal
injustice,
was the uncertainty of a fisherman,
the work of planting, pastor
isolation. He was a liberator
Irish
a guerrilla in the nineteenth century,
dead brothers,
a lion in the desert, a captain addressed
glory.
Today I wonder what will be:
a father, a mother
,
I am today.
Today is my Chile a haven in these times, a young man growing
,
a blasphemy of God,
a biblical command,
a planet that is stuck,
my country today is a contract of men,
crazy writers.
sun was fragmented in the streets,
a desert flowers, a gray
life
a hill of houses,
was a heaven on earth.
nitrate was pain,
wealth of copper, coal
injustice,
was the uncertainty of a fisherman,
the work of planting, pastor
isolation. He was a liberator
Irish
a guerrilla in the nineteenth century,
dead brothers,
a lion in the desert, a captain addressed
glory.
Today I wonder what will be:
a father, a mother
,
I am today.
Today is my Chile a haven in these times, a young man growing
,
a blasphemy of God,
a biblical command,
a planet that is stuck,
my country today is a contract of men,
my country today is a promise of love .
