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[quote=Anonymous]For Latin Americans, identifying themselves as Americanos (continental brothers) a key part of their cultural identity. Love, America by Pablo Neruda Before the wig and coat were the rivers, the arterial rivers, the mountain ranges, in whose weary wave the condor or the snow appeared unstirring: the thickness of the humidity, the unnamed thunderclap, the planetary pampas. Man was earth, a vessel, the eyelid of the quivering clay, a form from the mud of the earth, a Carib pitcher, a chibcha stone, an imperial chalice or an Araucanian silica. Tender and bleeding he was, but on the hilt of his moist crystal weapon, the initials of the earth were inscribed. No one could remember them later: the wind forgot them, the language of the water interred, the keys were lost or inundated by silence or blood. Life was not lost, pastoral brothers. But as a savage rose, a red drop fell to the depths, and the lamp of the land was extinguished. I am here to tell history. Since the peace of the buffalo until the lashed sands of final earth, in the accumulated surf of antarctic light, and for the burrows embedded off the cliffs of somber Venezuelan peace, I searched for you, my father, young soldier of shadows and brass, or you, nuptial plant, indomitable hair, caiman mother, metallic dove. I, Inca from mud, touched the stone and said: Who waits for me? And I squeezed my hand around a fistful of empty glass. But I traveled among zapotec flowers and the light was as gentle as a stag, and the shade was like a green eyelid. My earth without a name, without America, equinoctial stamen, purple spear, your aroma winds up my roots into the chalice I nursed, into the finest word still not yet born from my mouth. [/quote]
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