Water of the Andes,
clear and pure as the forests of the South,
as the crisp and cool air,
embedded between mountains and snowy peaks.
Crystals of hope,
lights of a lost history,
between desert and ocean,
buried and preserved for the future.
The geysers
sing their melodies,
with songs from the sky.
The wind caresses the soil,
calming rocks and ice.
The sand shows its fragility
with feathers...
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