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It exists a place holded in perpetual snow and frozen waters,

Sublime landscape framed for mountains cutted in ice.

In the end of the world it seems that all is silence and absence,

But even there life imposes and preserve its existence.

Over this wild lands an austral nomad leaves his trace,

Stealthy the nature returns its gaze deep and beautiful;

A sublime feeling stops the time and delights his soul,

State of peaceful heart suspended where all is raised calm.

In that magical moment the wanderer his stay in the world advises,

as art she shows, he his distant conscience reverts;

Submerged in bottomless silence the light of dawn surprises them,

And the wish to be fire in their eclipsed souls ignited.

In the end of the world it seems that all is silence and absence,

But even there life imposes and preserve its existence.