"I leave to go to the cosmic belt of the south, the region most vegetable pesto and light wind, I feel the whole American skin in my skin and my blood runs into a river to freedom in my voice its scope. Sole Upper Peru, the face of Bolivia, tin and solitude, a green kiss my Brazil Chile, copper and mineral; I climb from the south to the bowels of America, a cry of pure roots to grow and burst ... "
Canción with todos.
Letra de Armando Tejada Gomez z.
Música de Cesar Isella.
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