"Small
worlds of Valparaíso, unjustly
neglected, left behind by time, like
crates abandoned in the back of a
warehouse..." |
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| "And Valparaíso
carried out its mission as a true port,
a great sailing vessel that has run aground
but is still alive, a fleet of ships with
their flags to the wind. The wind of the
Pacific Ocean deserved a city covered
with flags." |
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"Perhaps
in these secret realms, in these souls
of Valparaíso, was stored forever
the lost power of a wave, the storm,
the salt, the sea that flickers and
hums." |
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"If we walk
up and down all the Valparaison's stairs,
we will have made a trip around the world."
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"Valparaiíso
shimmered across the night of the world.
In from the world and out into the world,
ships surged, dress up like fantastic
pigeons, sweet-smelling vessels, starved
frigates held up overlong by Cape Horn."
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"I have lived
among these fragrant, wounded hills, They
are abundant hills, where life touches
one's heart...." |
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