Manual For Office G85

When you come to my country

("Desire", Mercedes Vanderdorpe)

Yesterday I spent a
think when you come to my country, run to find you,
through your seas to reach my
port and recognize in your eyes music from your letters that nest in my wreck
will show you my land, my homeland, my kingdom,
and know it's you because you were expecting.

If one day you come take a walk in the green hills
which gifts are filled with rain
alliances and give you the power to run through the fields where the wheat
born by their curled pampas, where
golden thistles sprout'll tell a thousand stories, as we walk barefoot and desgranaré
grapes
give them to you one to one with your head in my arms. We will hear and announce

temples, with bells, their dead
and how pigeons flutter in squares of the center, I will take you from
hand, smiling walk
old cobblestones, and you will see
drawn between the horizon and the sky
our brand new range at dawn on January,
evaporating moisture in the roof of my people.

'll take you to the beach to show my seas
converge around the harbor where seagulls, ships run aground
where the rhythm of the waves at sunset
when the hills are bathed
light and salt will write the verses which gives the ocean.

'll show you how my land tremble when bleed

volcanoes as its roaring spring the verses of poets
I bathe in the vapors of my ancient forests where the eucalyptus
aroman the leaves that are bouncing
'll like my wet earth, the metamorphosis of
fields that are bathed in the legends that the rains are leaving.

Here I receive you in the joy of my land
in the coarseness of her beauty is yours also see
to dance with my dance when I tell my stories
painful strains stained with his blood, hundreds of fields
gold and thousands of willows eternal
of ancestors who dreamed of the freedom of their land
and remote edges of the remnants of a people.

then hug you very strong, peinaré you with my fingers
triumphant dismiss you when you leave again
and watch as you take the heart
Chilean how beautiful is this land
and remember that far back as I write every evening in your town
I'll pay with lyrics on the verses that you have made me and I'll be waiting

for when you come back.