almost a month I am working in my home town decorating the house by his paternal age was in very poor condition and ruinous. Because there poor Internet service have not been able to approach bloggers to visit my friends, so I offer my most sincere apologies. Taking a little time I went into town and took the opportunity to publish a little song in tribute to my land ... In which, I would live forever.
REGION
not leave my land alone
their gaps and soil
if his bowels rest
my shamans and grandparents.
not neglect
my village even if it rains threats, because I want to grow old
under the eaves of their houses.
Taking me a spirit sitting on a potato bulto'e
or enjoying a coffee
lying in a hammock.
I go, here I stay,
to worship my homeland,
walking down the streets
with happiness and pride.
And finally say that if you want their land ...
never leave her alone
and even die for it.
Because looking at his sky
life becomes more beautiful.
Rahulig/011
DRA
Image: Peace River - Boyacá
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