I am from the high mountains,
where the birds sing
and embrace the morning.
Where the air blows
like an indomitable steed,
where diversity is born
rivers, streams and seas.
Where the trees
They are beautiful nest houses,
where desired fruits
They are the dinner of the exotic animals.
Where big crops are born
like yucca, potatoes and rice,
where the best meals are made
and with the best smell.
Where cultures are born
and the beautiful folklore,
and thank God to be a peasant
It is my great love and honor.
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