Monday, 14 September 2009 02:00
Catamarca's Landscapes
By Juan ReyMedia
Catamarca* is the moon.
And above that field moon land, an animal sleeps, men dream.
Sweets, volcano, pailas**, stones, adobe, gaznate***, quince, progress.
When the afternoon arrives, son and ground hurt, his Owner bet his pride.
Instinct duels that mark his destiny begin.
Catamarca's landscape is a compendium of fantasies, realities and pre concepts.
A strange memory of that land, of that joy and the inhabitants' passions.
At the end, you can hear a chalchalero**** practicing his song...
* Argentinian province
** pot made of copper
*** sweet bread
**** bird native to Catamarca
And above that field moon land, an animal sleeps, men dream.
Sweets, volcano, pailas**, stones, adobe, gaznate***, quince, progress.
When the afternoon arrives, son and ground hurt, his Owner bet his pride.
Instinct duels that mark his destiny begin.
Catamarca's landscape is a compendium of fantasies, realities and pre concepts.
A strange memory of that land, of that joy and the inhabitants' passions.
At the end, you can hear a chalchalero**** practicing his song...
* Argentinian province
** pot made of copper
*** sweet bread
**** bird native to Catamarca
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