A PATAGONIAN FIELD
Lying under a Patagonian sky
The silence is loud
A few gauchos happen by
A crowd
The wind sings
As the world passes by.
Distant fields of snow
Paint patterns on peaks
While clouds lay wispy blankets
On glaciers far below
Mother Nature speaks
A lingua franca
Time and space
The whispering of grass
In an empty place.
Estancia Nibepo Aike, January 2011
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