Un Poema de Amor y una Canción Desesperada

I sing like the winds that revolve
and rattle through the scent of pines.

From the mountain peak I praise
the plains that stretch out and grow.

There my love is found,
Dancing with the brightness of sky,

Hallowed with the proud flowers that
tend the endless grass yards.

Waves kiss the earth and dirt,
Falling on exhausted knees.

There my love is found.
It cries through thick brumaire

upon the land of fire,
Cooling the furrowed brow.

I sing like the winds that revolve
and rattle through the scent of pines.

South American scene

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