Travels of a place i know

Chant to Bolivar

Pablo Neruda

Our Father thou art in Heaven, 

in water, in air

in all our silent and broad latitude

everything bears your name, Father in our dwelling:

 your name raises sweetness in sugar cane

Bolivar tin has a Bolivar gleam

the Bolívar bird flies over the Bolivar volcano

the potato, the saltpeter, the special shadows, 

the brooks, the phosphorous stone veins

everything comes from your extinguished life

your legacy was rivers, plains, bell towers

your legacy is our daily bread, oh Father. 

My summer in Ecuador, 2007. Pictures taken in Guayaquil, Cuenca, Quito and deep in the heart of the Amazon.

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