I am, I am what they left behind, I am the leftovers of what they’ve stolen. A hidden town in the summit, My skin is of leather that’s why it withstands any weather. I am a smoke factory, Peasant labour for your consumption Cold front in the middle of summer, Love in the time of cholera, my brother! I’m the sun that rises and the day that dies, with the best sunsets. I am the development in raw flesh, a political speech without saliva. The most beautiful faces I have ever met, I am the picture of a missing person. I am the blood in your veins, I am a piece of land which is worthy I am a basket with beans, I am Maradona against England scoring two goals. I am what supports my flag, The planet’s spine is my mountain range. I am what my father taught me, Whoever doesn’t love their country doesn’t love their mother. I am Latin America, A nation without legs but still walking. You can’t buy the wind. You can’t buy the sun. You can’t buy the rain. You can’t buy the heat. You can’t buy the clouds. You can’t buy the colours. You can’t buy my happiness. You can’t buy my pain. I have lakes, I have rivers. I have my teeth for when I smile. The snow coating my mountains. I have the sun which dries me and the rain which bathes me. A dessert drunk on peyote and a drink of pulque to sing with the coyotes. Everything I need. My lungs breath clean air. The suffocating altitude. I am the molars of my mouth chewing coca.
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