Water of the Andes

Water of the Andes, clear and pure as the forests of the South, as the crisp and cool air, embedded between mountains and snowy peaks. Crystals of hope, lights of a lost history, between desert and ocean, buried and preserved for the future. The geysers sing their melodies, with songs from the sky. The wind caresses the soil, calming rocks and ice. The sand shows its fragility with feathers of flamingos, delicate and fine as the shadows of Vicuñas, ghostly creatures of the altiplano. The soil favours you, the air sends you its greetings, and between day and night, the music of the winds plays you their tunes from far, out of history.