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The mountain speaks to me, tells me it loves me, it throws hearts at me, it throws its loves at me.
I hardly believe it, I am only an insect, a long-haired fly, that does not fly, I sail in the sky.
The hearts of the mountain, I keep them in my boat, so that, if one day something is needed, I'll exchange them for an ancho, to go down and visit distant lands.
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Margarita Palomino
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