2. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chile Region: South America Area total: 756,950 km2 Coast line: Pacific Ocean Capital: Santiago Chile Music:Violeta Parra Hasta Siempre Comandante Che Presentation by:NILGUN Gold.n.crystal34@gmail.com

4. Santiago

7. Moneda Palace

8. Armada de Chile

9. Bolsa de Comercio

10. National Library

11. Metropolitana Cathedral -Santiago

12. The oldest University

13. Theatre

14. Santa Lucía Hill

15. the original gate to the Spanish fort Montevideo

16. Valdivia

17. Valparaiso

18. Houses on stilts -Chiloe island

19. Altiplano Wildlife

20. Andes

21. Atacama

22. ConCon Coast

23. Cotacotani Lakes

24. Lake Pehoe

25. Torres del Paine National Park

26. Patagonia

27. Rio Bio Bio

28. Moais am Ahu Tongariki

30. La Tirana-fest.

33. Flower clock-Vina del Mar

34. Arica Girl

35. Matatoa-Easter Island

36. Mapuche woman, Temuco

37. Huasos http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huaso

38. Chilean Rodeo http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chilean_rodeo

39. San Cristobal

40. Temuco, Chile

41. Art Museum

42. Pedro de Valdivia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pedro_de_Valdivia

43. Salvador Allende http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salvador_Allende

45. Gabriela Mistral, Nobel Prize laureate for Literature (1945) Pablo Neruda, Nobel Prize for Literature (1971) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ Gabriela_Mistral http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ Pablo_Neruda

46. The house of Pablo Neruda - Isla Negra

47. Saddest Poem by Pablo Neruda I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance." The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

48. She loved me, sometimes I loved her. How could I not have loved her large, still eyes? I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her. The night is full of stars and she is not with me. That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away. My soul is lost without her.

49. As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her. My heart searches for her and she is not with me. The same night that whitens the same trees. We, we who were, we are the same no longer. I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her. My voice searched the wind to touch her ear. Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once belonged to my kisses. Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

50. I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long. Because on nights like this I held her in my arms, my soul is lost without her. Although this may be the last pain she causes me, and this may be the last poem I write for her.

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