137.THROUGH TIHUANACO ON THE TITICACA ROAD THROUGH TIHUANACO ON THE TITICACA ROAD City of gods, A tear from the sky delving into a plateau contemplation is needed to augur itself. City of communion with them The stones of some universal whistle circling sparkles echoing out of the darkness Of the emeralds and tin Lurking In the heights, The Condor Carrying trees over the tops, The ancient green muddy, and claw-shadow feet Catching the lubricious frosts of the earth. Bold The heights as mists of the soul Going down and up to ask Or the walker, or the mystery what's up the road, The great lake remains diluting obsidian stab. Chewing coca to petrify drooling the work of the gods; alone, looking down, sometimes sowing enclaves and rumbling faces sometimes Deep jumps from cliff to cliff, sometimes of the zampoña and flute; just a great rite, play give the loop of the loop to repeat at each step Canyons, plains, The lake at high altitude.
Titicaca Nonoteta On your floating island abandoning account to account the heavy footprint of the beads, And the lava of pure silences You came from there And for those troubles The lagoon tasted wrinkle, To the Andes, As the thoughts consume you She looks at herself between your white beards. Drawing the longings of God Its manifestation. Montuna and Guateque Bear height,
