zehn Lina Chaves (Ita)
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Entre grandes coping, scales in the sun taken by the wind.
Among snowy cliffs descend into immense forests.
Between clouds and thunderstorms accompanying the sun on the go.
From the top view of the valley disociándote in thousands of ways.
Transformándote in air,
've lost your arms,
have become wings.
've lost your legs, they have become a breeze.
But you have not lost your eyes and behold,
al sol vistiendo montañas,
a los hombres que habitan los valles,
al río que corre sigiloso y perdido.
Son tus ojos de azul intenso,
Miras a los hombres y no comprendes porque...
Querien a tu montaña dormida.
Y tu, desde las alturas sin pretender nada,
Admiras tu montaña.. y la haces tuya.
Montaner ¡Bienvenido!
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