Ode to the Andean Cordillera by Pablo Neruda

Once again, from up high, flying over the sky, you appeared, white and obscure cordillera of my homeland. Before then, the great airplane crossed great seas, jungles, deserts. Everything was symmetry, everything was ready on the earth’s surface, everything from above was path, until, in the middle of heaven and earth, your planetary snow lodged…

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