The Desert of Atacama V

Speak of the whistle of Atacama the wind erases like snow the color of that plain i.   The Desert of Atacama soared over infinities of deserts to be there ii.  Like the wind feel it pass whistling through the leaves of the trees iii.  Look at it become transparent faraway   and just accompanied by the wind iv.  But be careful: because if ultimately the Desert of Atacama were not where it should be the whole world would begin to whistle through the leaves of the trees   and when we'd see ourselves in the same never   transparent   whistles in the wind swallowing the color of this pampa