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My name was Reyes, Catrileo,
Arellano, Rodríguez, I have forgotten my true names.
I was born with a surname of old oaks, of saplings, of hissing wood.
I was deposited among rotting leaves: this newborn sank down in the defeat and in the birth of forests that were falling and poor houses that had recently been weeping.
I was not born but rather they founded me: all at once they gave me every name, every family's name:
I was called thicket, then plum tree, larch and then wheat, that is why I am so much and so little, so wealthy and so destitute, because I come from below, from the earth.