Titicaca

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Titicaca

Love poured forth from

The heavens to the earth

Come to me
                 My husband
                                 My sweet savior

Deliver and embrace me

 Quench this thirst

Satisfy my hunger

 Brush my lips with oil

Taste sweet honeycomb

 My skin is Black

My hair is nap

My love has no color

It is as fine as the soil of Titicaca

 I lie in the valley of Cedars

And Yellow Roses are profuse

At the Bosom of Isla de la Luna (Mama Kilya)

On the road toward Machu Picchu

Fed by the snow capped Andes

Surveying her native peoples

As Viracocha raises the moon

To meet with Isla Del Sol (Inti)

Night and Day were created

Over Lake Titicaca shores

My Incan friend told that

He was there when it happen

 

 

 


 

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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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