Sayings of Chilean Origin
Where distrust enters, love is no more than a boy.
He who travels over land has to drink enough water.
Get up! The sun rises for everybody.
That which is a sin in others is a virtue in ourselves.
The shrimp that falls asleep gets carried away by the current.
My Uncle is sick, but the highway is green.
God hears the person who speaks.
Never give thanks for a favor held back.
Just as today dawns, so the rest of the month will follow; and just as the first month, so will be the rest of the year.
He who saves up for another day has no trust in God.
Never defecate more than what you eat.
Speak with a true heart, holding back your evil passions.
Tell me who is by your side and I’ll tell you who you are.
He who travels to Portugal loses his seat.
We all have something of a doctor, a poet and a fool.
The little birds have god for their caterer.
God cures, and the doctor gets paid.
The dog that doesn’t walk doesn’t find a bone.
If you go near a good tree, good shadow will protect you.
He who finds not love finds nothing.
Anguish is our worst adviser.
One devil that you know is better than twenty that you don’t.
A bad rumor is better than bad news.
If you want the dog accept the fleas.
He who follows it attains it.
As life is so short, shouldn’t we meet again?
In union there is strength.
No one has done good who has not suffered disillusionment.
I hope all that happens to you is as joyful as a dream.
He who is warned in time is saved.
He who divides and shares, always takes the best part.
A bad rumor is better than bad news.
The Republic of Chile
Chile, officially the Republic of Chile , is a South American country occupying a long, narrow strip of land between the Andes mountains to the east and the Pacific Ocean to the west. It borders Peru to the north, Bolivia to the northeast, Argentina to the east, and the
Drake Passage in the far south. Chilean territory includes the Pacific islands of Juan Fernández, Salas y Gómez, Desventuradas, and Easter Island in Oceania. Chile also claims about 1,250,000 square kilometres (480,000 sq mi) of Antarctica, although all claims are
suspended under the Antarctic Treaty. (An excerpt from Wikipedia)
Santiago is the capital and largest city of Chile. It is also the center of its largest conurbation. Santiago is located in the country’s central valley, at an elevation of 520 m above mean sea level.
The Spanish spoken in Chile is distinctively accented and quite unlike that of neighbouring South American countries because final syllables and “s” sounds are often dropped, and some consonants have a soft pronunciation.
“Himno Nacional de Chile” is The anthem of Chile
Chile National Anthem ( English Lyrics):
Sweet Fatherland accept the vows
With which Chile swore at your altars
Either the tomb of the free you will be
Or the refuge against oppression
The bloody fight has ceased;
and yesterdays invader is now our brother;
three centuries we washed the affront
fighting in the field of honor.
That who yesterday was a slave
is free and triumphant today;
freedom is the heritage of the brave,
Victory lies shameful to his feet.
Rise, Chile, with a spotless forehead;
you conquered your name on the fight;
always noble, constant and courageous
the children of the Cid found you.
May your free calmly crown
the arts, industry and peace,
and may they sing songs of your triumph
to intimidate the daring despot
Your names, brave soldiers
who have been Chile’s mainstay,
they are engraved in our chests;
our children will know them as well.
May they be the death cry
that comes out when we march to the fight,
and ringing in the mouth of the strong
they always make the tyrant tremble.
If the foreign cannon intends
to invade, daring, our people;
let’s draw our arms
and know victory or death.
With its blood the proud araucanian
inherited its courage to us;
and the sword doesn’t tremble in the hand
of that who defends the honour of Chile.
Pure, Chile, your sky is blue
Pure breezes cross you as well
And your flower-embroidered fields
Are the happy copy of Eden
Majestic is the white mountain
That was given to you as a bastion by the Lord,
And that sea that quietly washes your shore
Promises you a splendid future
That pride, oh, Fatherland!, those flowers
growing on your fertile soil,
may they never be stepped on by invaders;
may your shadow cover them with peace.
Our chests will be your bastion
in your name we will know how to win,
or your noble, glorious emblem
will see us fall in the fight.
