chiloe

vacas en el campo
tranquilo, tranquilo.
comen y respiran, solamente viven
los arboles
verde, verde, verde
covers the earth like a blanket
painted with orange
painted with yellow
immense space
under a blue sky, without clouds
a small river laughs
dances past the trees
whispers secrets to me
secrets about the earth
secrets about history
secrets about chile

a vast blue body
rocking back and forth
a baby in the gentle arms
of the sea
rise and fall
the waves pull away from the boat
call me away, toward the horizon
drops fall from the cloudy sky
welcomed by the gray waves
a sea lion surfaces
in the water
a face appears to say hello,
smiles, then dives down again.

islands, mysterious
small and large together
wink at me across the glittering blue
the hojas verdes
wave at me from
the mass of trees
"come, come to my mysterious island,
and i'll tell you my secrets."
on shore, the houses
laugh at me
with their faces of different colors
so vibrant, so brilliant
so alive.
the windows blink,
glittering in the sun.

fields of gold,
intricate plants, chacaiy
are the priceless treasure of the island
this treasure is hidden,
and you must make a journey to find it
it is inland,
growing for all to see,
but you must open your eyes
to find this treasure
physically, yes, but more,
really, mentally and emotionally.
open your eyes to see what you can find.
los campesinos guard it,
with their broken wooden fences,
but if you look for the gate,
you can pass through
you can find it.

a vast expanse of sky and green
the hills roll away forever
running into the horizon full force
green energy reaching up toward the sky
reaching, reaching
the clouds touch down for a moment
one moment
to kiss, lightly, the
green leaves of the green
trees on the green hills.
then the clouds roll away with the hills
rolling away
into the horizon

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