My Country Invented
I do not want to give the impression that we have only defects, also we include some virtues. Aver, leave me to think about some... For example, we are a town with soul of poet. Is not our fault, but of the landscape. Nobody that is born and he lives in a nature as ours can be abstained to do verses. In Chile you raise a stone and instead of a lizard a poet leaves or a popular singer-songwriter. We admire him, we respect him and him soport his manias. Old in the concentrations politÃcas the town recited to voice in neck the verses of Pablo Neruda, that all we knew by memory. We preferred its verses of love, because we consider weakness the romance. Also the misfortune touchs us: spite, nostalgia, disillusion, sorrow, ours late are long, I suppose that to that the preference by the melancholy themes is owed. If to one the failure the poetry, always remain other forms of art. All the women that know write, they paint, they carve or do diverse crafts in their minutes of leisure, that are very few. The art has replaced to the weaving. So many pictures they have given me and ceramics that no longer the car in the garage fits me.
Of our character I can add that we are loving, we walk distributing kisses to right hand and sinister. The adults we greet us with a sincere kiss in the right cheek; the children kiss to the large upon arriving and upon being said good-bye, besides by I repeat they tell tio and tia, as in the China, even to the teachers of the school. The greater people is kissed without compassion, even against its will. The women do it among them, although they are detested, and they kiss as much as male be put within its reach, without the age, the social class or the higiene manage to dissuade them. Only the male in reproductive phase, we say between fourteen and seventy anuses of age, itself do not they kiss each other, save parents and children, but itself palmontean and they embrace that gives flavor. The...