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Las playas de Chile VII
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20 LAS PLAYAS DE CHILE VII Muchos podrfan haberlo Hamado Utopia porque sus habitantes viven solamente de 10 que comparten, de los trabajos en las faenas de la pesca y del trueque. EHos habitan en cabanas de tablas a las orillas del mar y mas que con hombres se relacionan con sus animas y santos que guardan para calmar la furia de las olas. Nadie habla, pero en esos dias en que la tormenta rompe, el silencio de sus caras se hace mas intenso que el ruido del mar y no necesitan rezar en voz alta porque es el universo entero su catedral 1. Solitarias todas las playas de Chile se iban elevando como una visi6n que les banara las pupilas u. En que Chile fue el hijo lanzandonos un adi6s desde esas playas y nosotros el horizonte que 10 despedia eclipsado clavandole los oJos Ill. Y en que lejanas ya no hubo playas sino la solitaria visi6n donde los muertos lanzaron el adi6s que nos clavaba en sus miradas renacidos VlVISlmos como corderos bajo el cielo emocionado en que la patria llorando volvi6 a besar a sus hijos THE BEACHES OF CHILE VII Many would have called it Utopia because its inhabitants live only by sharing, by their fishing labors and by bartering. They dwell in wood shacks by the seaside and more than to men they relate to the spirits and saints they keep to calm the fury of the waves. No one speaks, but on those days when the storm is unleashed, the silence on their faces becomes more intense than the sound of the sea and they need not pray aloud because the entire universe is their cathedral 1. Solitary all the beaches of Chile were rising like a vision that bathed their pupils 11. In which Chile was the son waving us offfrom those shores and we were the horizon eclipsed shouting good-bye staring into his eyes 111. And in which remote there were no longer any beaches but the solitary vision where the dead reborn intensely alive cried out the good-bye that fixed us to their gaze like lambs beneath the compassionate sky in which the weeping country kissed its children again 21 ...