Alberto Cortez
Miscellaneous
La Pampa Is An Old Sea
You don't know the south
If you think it's the desert,
You don't even know what La Pampa is like
You don't even know its secret:
The Pampa is an old sea
Where silence sails!
You who pass and leave,
You can get off without fear,
br/>You can hear how they sound
The Pampero's tricks:
If you haven't been here
You don't know what the wind is!
Land to be here standing
With the vigils of time.
Sometimes, among the thistles,
The ground is bleeding.
And a cry of blood and salt
His dead river cries for him!
Check the axetter
His hired hand:
The marrow of a calden
He will find if he digs the bone.
With their roots of faith
They are plants looking at the sky!
Just let it rain,
On this dry crop;
You will see how they bloom
The grooves of the farmer:
With his girls in bloom
The wheat is given in a kiss!
Come with me and I will be
Forever your sharecropper;
You will see a spring of light
In the heart of the dune.
The Pampa has rough skin,
But juicy inside!
You don't know the south
br/>If you think it is the desert;
Look closely at that horizon:
Don't you see a thousand sailboats?
The Pampa is an old sea
Where the sea sails silence!

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