Left for dead
I wander between mountains
I carry the wind on my litter
battles of yesteryear
fought in the firmament
leaving only my bones
My body lies in the meadows
vestiges of our condition
they have crushed me
I am the foundation of progression
And in this garden
watered with my blood
I was the evil in the assaults
the typhoon of the borders
the eternal wedge in the interior
where the spirit today lights up
It remained
in the twilight of the sun
in the twilight of a nation
that anointed us in its constellation
the divided earth
that abyss of what is today
an immersed empire
from the pampas my past resists
in my soul
my legacy and my land

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