“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” wrote St Agustine…..
I hope I allowed you to read some pages of this land, my land.
A far place for most of you.. the very last one at the far end of South America... (even we may look at the map upside down.! why not ?? =))
Please, whenever you may want to know about or come to Argentina, don’t doubt to write to me, I will try to help you much as I can!
I thank you so much for all comments, and questions and support.
I apologize for my bad English; I hope it was somehow understandable.
To end, this scene, similar at many places of the north…
a long way, a hard life, souls leaving and living, in peace and in harmony with the earth..
I chose some verses from a poet of Salta, Manuel J. Castilla to speak on behalf of my people and me.

Me dejo estar sobre la tierra porque soy el gozante.
El que bajo las nubes se queda silencioso.
Pienso: si alguno me tocara las manos
se iría enloquecido de eternidad..


I let myself be on the Earth because I am the “enjoyer”,
the one that under clouds remains quiet.
I think: if anybody would touch my hands
he would go away, driven crazy of eternity..