around the capital as siblings or as sentries. Climb up the mountains and desert margins write. They have no other mountains green but more life goodbye and more death.
Does our vultures have not been fed their dust? In these hills of sand stale, saw thousands of men have built their huts to protect their belongings and started a new life of delicious promises.
Many must have been consumed by hunger that devours the city hope. However, others have deciphered the secrets of his silence, of peace with the wind blowing adorns the evenings when peaceful on its dryness.
From there you can see the sea as well. No small thing. Lima imagine that boy bursting with grass and blue sky, discovering the desert and the vastness of océano.Buscando among those hills surrounding the capital, the power to transform the universe.
Among those brothers that surround it, you'll find magic.
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