Chile is a fungus. Derby
flavors, mushroom shapes.
Hallucinogen and wonderful, but tortuous and unsuccessful.
scrap comes the timeless beauty of our roses,
of roses falls eternal filth of our everyday.
Schoolers years, days and days,
Dogs enjoy and suffer
lost love of the maiden home.
That dances to a Lalo
and cry the red shed by Pino.
Who am I to say "stop"?
Who are you that happy with speeches and false allegories?
A sweet country and its colors,
A sad story that precedes us,
That all is no more belongs
from the earth and dirt, Chile is
fungus
flavors, mushroom shapes.
Hallucinogen and wonderful, but tortuous and unsuccessful.
scrap comes the timeless beauty of our roses,
of roses falls eternal filth of our everyday.
Schoolers years, days and days,
Dogs enjoy and suffer
lost love of the maiden home.
That dances to a Lalo
and cry the red shed by Pino.
Who am I to say "stop"?
Who are you that happy with speeches and false allegories?
A sweet country and its colors,
A sad story that precedes us,
That all is no more belongs
from the earth and dirt, Chile is
fungus
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