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A world of ice... of endless steppes, wind, silence. Before the rugged cliffs, cormorants travel over the waves, petrels glide and seagulls squeak.
A few clouds chase each other. At night light beams refract among the seracs. The immense glacier is mirroring in the water.
Silence is all around. All of a sudden a rumble breaks out and a wall of Andean crystal dives in the water, sinks and disappear for a moment then, as in a child game, swings and floats, cherished by the white bubbling waves.
Then, the fluctuation slows down and the frozen body of the iceberg calmly drifts away, heading to Orient, smaller and smaller, every moment more liquid.
Molten in its new element, a milky water that flows faster and faster in the Santa Cruz river until it becomes salty.
It is moving north, along the Argentinean coast, tracing its origin. And now it rests before the eyes of those cormorants. |