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Spell of the Andes: (in English and Spanish)
Note: written 4-15-05, while driving through the Andes of Peru, from Huancayo to Lima. I sensed I was but an ant, among the mass of stone, earth and foliage of this enchanting, and enduring landscape. Spell of the Andes This is a song of the Andes, That reaches unto the sky
On the slow warm days, And the river runs low and high. The towering Andes look down In the passing of the sun: "I'm one with the Andes brotherhood I'm a dreamer, with a song." I came from afar to see her And how beautiful she really is,
With her strong hardness, fresh freedom In the autumn of my life!... Versión en Español Nota: escrito 15-04-05, mientras pasábamos a través de Los Andes del Perú, desde Huancayo a Lima. Sentí que era solo una hormiga, entre la masa de piedras, tierra y follaje de este encantador y duradero paisaje. Revelación de los Andes Por Dennis L. Siluk (Traducido por Nancy Peñaloza) Esta es una canción de los Andes, Que se eleva hasta el cielo
En los lentos y calidos días, Y los ríos corren altos y bajos. Los inmensos Andes miran hacia abajo En el paso del sol: "Yo soy uno con los Andes hermanado Soy un soñador, con una canción" Vine desde lejos para verlo Y qué hermoso, realmente es,
Con su fuerte dureza, fresca libertad En el otoño de mi vida!... Again Mr. Siluk is on his travels, at the moment he has just road through the Andes, and wrote his newest poem, "Spell of the Andes". He is a poet who has traveded close to 700,000 air miles, to places throughout the world in search for inspiration, and here he has found some. His web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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