137.THROUGH TIHUANACO ON THE TITICACA ROAD

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,

Your breath, and the grooves of the chill; your tight curd deterrent that makes you expectation, parody and metaphor, From the cold the lagoon; Dramatize. From the lagoon your eyes the eyes of God walk. Vicuña By Popoo In the poporopo Sweating in the gaze step by step. Uru Uru From the wind stone To the stone he asked. Kala saya And as the gods respond Time is unforgiving To make the step From station to station Of the Step Step by Step Hollow holes Peace, tan, peace Putuputuni.