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The sanguinary liter and the beneficent boldo tree disseminate their style in irritating emerald animal kisses or anthologies of dark water around the stones.
Mistletoe establishes its white teeth in the treetops and the wild hazel tree builds its castle of pages and raindrops.
Mugwort and grama grass circle the oregano's eyes and radiant borderlands laurel perfumes the distant intendencies.
Quila and quelenquelén in the morning.
Cold language of fuchsias wending its way through the tricolored stones shouting "Viva Chile" with the foam!
Golden foxglove waits for the snow's fingers and time rolls on without its matrimony that would join the angels of fire and sugar.
The magic Winter's bark bathes its family branches in the rain and hurtles its green ingots beneath the vegetable water of the South.
Laden with flowers, the ulmo's sweet limb raises the droplets of the red copihue to meet the sun of the guitars.
Wild delgadilla and celestial spearmint dance on meadows with young dew, recently arranged by the River Toltén.
The indecipherable doca decapitates its purple in the sand and conducts its marine triangles toward the dry littoral moons.
The burnished poppy, lightning and wound, dart and mouth, puts its scarlet punctuations upon the burning wheat.
The evident patagua decorates its dead and weaves its families with springwater and river medallions.
Paico arranges lanterns in the climate of the South, forsaken, when the ever sleepless sea night falls.
The southland beech sleeps alone, very vertical, very poor, very frazzled, very decisive in the pure meadow with its shabby down-and-outer's suit and its head full of solemn stars.