How Long Can Hodgkins

runs on the plains, jungles and mountains, a wind infinite generosity.
A immense and invisible bag picks up all sounds, words and sounds of the
land of ours. The cry. singing, whistling, prayer, the whole truth or sung
mourned by men, the mountains and the birds end up in the enchanted Wind bag.
But sometimes the burden is huge, and ends up breaking the sides of the saddlebag infinite.
Then the wind dropped on the ground through the breach, the strand of a
melody, and from a song, a brief grace of a whistle, a proverb, a heart piece hidden in the curve
a vidalita, the arrowhead of a farewell bagualero.
And the wind blows, and leaves. And stay on pasture that "Yapita" falls on his journey.
These "Yapita" lyrical rosary beads, support time, forgetfulness, storms.
Depending on your condition or quality, crumble, break and are lost. Others remain intact
. Others are enriched, as if time and cosmic oblivion alchemy les
did achieve a miraculous gem condition.
But there comes a time when they are found these "Yapita" the soul of the people.
someone finds them one day. Who finds them? For boys who walk through the fields
the sunny valley, along the paths of the forest in the nap, for the rough roads of the Sierra
or alongside streams, along the stove. The men are the target
dark, arms harvesters, the heroes of the tunnel, the carrier that shatters her cry in the depths
, the sleepless and restless troubadour.
The guitars are up after the pain, meditation and silence in dignity
processed sound. The Indian flutes are those that spread throughout the Andes the ashes of many yaravíes
.
And over time, monkeys, and men and birds, and guitars, raise their voices in the night
Argentina, or in the clear morning or afternoon thoughtful, giving back to the
Wind Ridge hilachitas lost.
So you have to make friends, a good friend Wind. You must listen.
must understand. You have to love it. And follow it. And dream. Whoever is able to understand the language
and direction of wind, to understand her voice and her destiny, will always find the path,
reach the song, penetrate into the Canto. Atahualpa Yupanqui