Happy New Year, this year, for you, for all
men, and land Araucanía beloved.
Between you and me tonight there are new
that separates us, and forests and rivers and roads.
But toward you, my small homeland,
as a dark horse gallops my heart:
entered by deserts of pure geography,
step green valleys where the grapes accumulate
its true spirit, the sea of \u200b\u200btheir clusters.
Activity in your villages and enclosed garden,
-white camellias in the sour
smell of your wine, and penetrate
as a tree to water of the rivers that tremble
lips quivering and singing overwhelmed.
I embrace, I must now
return to my hiding place. I embrace
not know, tell me who you are, recognize
my voice in the chorus of what is being born?
Of all the things around you, hear
my voice, how you feel around my accent
issued as natural water on earth?
Happy New Year to my country in darkness.
Come together, is crowned world wheat
runs sky high sliding and breaking
its high pure stones against the night, just
has filled the new cup with a minute
has to join the river of time it takes us.
This time, the cup, this land is yours:
conquístalos and hear how it comes the dawn.
- Pablo Neruda
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