One The walls are all I seem to

one

The walls are all I seem to watch,

deep in the mines of Volcan.

They just seem to look at me personally,

and stare, deep in the souterrain of Volcan.

I don't know a thing, not a thing about this! -

Where in this deep underworld maze

is the key? (Lights, like fires-perhaps! )

I glimpse about, my words are grunts; thus,

I make no words at all:

deep in the mines of Volcan.

This world down here incorporates a funny sun

that's really all of I know;

deep in the mines involving Volcan.

The tunnel lights happen to be burning, o

yes, yes, typically the tunnel lights are burning

-at each end, and in-between;

the tunnel is burning (with equipment and lighting, like fires):

torching its as soon as eternal night,

here, deep inside the mines of Volcan;

thus, nighttime sweetens with life-, as gentle

creeps along the walls, floors together with ceilings

(fires dotted here and there, everywhere),

deep the mines of Volcan.

No: 2094 12-7-2007)

2

Web site walked through this tunnel,

typically the deepest mine, at Volcan,

My partner and i seem to have had a tail hauling,

dragging along the past,

brushing over the past with my tail...;

perhaps, just simply perchance, it was one

of those ghosts, who hasn't let go,

lost in the darkness, long ago.

Perhaps, just perchance, he is my

tail dragging, aiming to say, "Hello! "

Mientras caminaba a travs de este tnel,

primero de los ms profundos de la mina, en Volcan

me pareca os quais tena una cola arrastrndola,

arrastrndola a lo largo del decadente,

cepillando sobre el pasado con mi cola...;

talvez, slo talvez, el era uno

de esos fantasmas, que no quera dejarlo,

perdido en la oscuridad, tiempo atrs.

Talvez, slo talvez, l es mi

cola arrastrada, tratando de decir, "Hola! "

3

When a particular walks the streets of Loma de Pasco (Miner Country)

you can feel the heartbeats of the miners, all their pulse

(almost hear the footsteps-their heavy steel toed boots,

from the hard ground).

One can even sense the push and pull of these hammers

deep within the crust for the earth.

The iron, copper, zinc and gold, all the minerals

within the living earth,

giving up its root base - so man can are living.

Cuando uno camina las calles de Cerro de Pasco (Nacin Minera)

puedes sentir los latidos de los mineros, sus pulsos

(oir los pasos-de sus pesadas botas de puntas de acero,

enemistad el suelo duro).

Sentir este empuje y tirar de sus martillos

(profundo dentro de la envoltura de la tierra).

El hierro, cobre, zinc y oro, todos los minerales

dentro de la tierra viva,

entregando su sustento-para que el hombre pueda vivir.

2065 (27-Nov-2007) (Dedicado al Ing. Tedulo Quispe Huertas)

4

It would seem (or at least that did for me)-

seem, on the Volcan mines of Cerro de Pasco,

there is no beginning or ending.

They are like bees (the miners) with no wings,

over an sea of dirt and minerals;

in this article, one hears the sounds involving machines-

near and in the distance- seals the mind,

day in, in addition to night out, as it enters

and echoes within the inner house of one's physique.

Note: No: 2081, 12-3-2007; within my all day tour of the mines at Volcan, the mind finds a simple way to digest it all if indeed is interested in the environment and industry entra aqui he now finds himself in; correctly is an immense operation, and thus, when in this environment, the mind shuts down to the outside incoming trivia, to line up while using the new world it is now in, with all the sights and sounds; hence, it envelopes a person until it is all one is, part of the surroundings, it did me.

Parecera (o al menos esto me pareci)-

parece, que en las minas Volcan de Cerro de Pasco,

no hay comienzo ni final.

Ellos (los mineros) son como las abejas, sin alas,

sobre un charco de tierra y minerales;

aqu, uno escucha los sonidos para las mquinas-

cerca y en la distancia-sella la mente,

de la maana a la noche, cuando este entra

y resuena dentro de la odaie interna del cuerpo de uno.

Nota: durante mi visita de dia entero a las minas Volcan, la mente encuentra una foma simple de digerir todo aquello si efectivamente uno est egosta en el ambiente y la industria, ahora uno se encuentra 1 mismo dentro; porque esta fue una operacin inmensa, y precisamente, una vez en este ambiente, are generally mente se cierra a los detalles que vienen de afuera, para alinearse con el revolucionario mundo en el que ahora se est, con todas sus vistas y sonidos; por esta razn, este lo envuelve the uno hasta que todo ocean uno, parte del ambiente, esto me pas.

5

The miners (brave and few) endure

Live on, and in a world of- drenched weather;

This is their enemy, their outlaw!

No. 2069 11-27-2007

Los mineros (valientes y pocos) soportan

Experimentar en, y en un planeta de - aire hmedo;

Este es su enemigo, su proscrito!


 * 1) 2069 27-Nov-2007

6

2 eggs

bread

hot Coffee

15 AM-

Liz is busy;

Momma Grimalda is making me in the morning.

The sun is hitting my face;

we are eating on the outside counter

my family and i (it is better that way

you get to discover everything).

Three folks inside getting soup

(their bowls are loaded to the rim

(patasca).

The avenues are filling up

with people now.

Liz says a lot of Miner Engineer's

come here to eat (the place is clean).

How many children hereabouts

will be miners (I ask myself)?

How many older folks hereabouts,

were miners at some point?

How many folks here now,

really are miners?... just thinking!

The chill stays in the

air-(it's cold upward here),

mostly, clear skies!

My first egg appears,

now the bread...

I ask myself:

exactly where is the coffee?

The day has just started out.

One of so many

God has granted...!

No: 2070 11-28-2007

Dos huevos

pan

caf caliente

10 de la maana-

Liz est ocupada;

madre Grimalda me est preparando desayuno.

El sol est pegando durante mi cara;

Estamos comiendo sobre ela barra de afuera

mi esposa y yo (es mejor de la cual manera

t llegas a mirar todo).

Tres personas dentro estn tomando sopa

(sus tazones estn llenos hasta el borde

-patasca).

Las calles se estn llenando

con gente ahora.

Liz chop que muchos ingenieros de minas

vienen ac a comer (el lugar es limpio).

Cuntos nios por aqu

sern mineros? (me pregunto yo mismo)

Cuntos ancianos por aqu

fueron mineros alguna vez?

Cuntas personas por aqu

daughter mineros?... slo estoy pensando!

El fro permanece en el

aire-(hace fro aqu)

sobre todo, cielo limpio!

El primer huevo aparece,

ora mi pan...

me pregunto a new mi mismo:

dnde est el caf?

El da acaba de empezar.

Uno de tantos muchos

que Dios nos da...!


 * 1) 2070 28-Nov-2007

7

I, as an acting miner had to put those heavy longer boots on,

steel toed; along with a helmet (called a hard-hat),

using a long cord and light attached;

some sort of thick belt,

and battery crammed attached to my back;

goggles, in addition to jumpers;

I looked like a spaceman.

And then we were ready to go,

but I actually needed a siesta, but My spouse and i didn't say so.

Note: 2076 11-28-2007 Written 3: 30 PM HOURS, an our after visiting the puits.

Yo, actuando como un minero tuve que ponerme esas pesadas botas largas,

con punta de acero; y un casco (llamado sombrero duro),

con una soga larga y luz sujeta;

mi correa gruesa,

y una ringlera cargada atada a mi espinazo;

lentes protectores, y un necio;

me pareca a un macho del espacio.

Y despus estbamos listos para partir,

pero evidentemente necesitaba una siesta despus de vestirme,

pero no lo dije esto.

Nota: # 2076 28-Nov-2007 Obra a las 3: 30 PM, una hora despus de visitar una mina.

8

I was in the dog house with many miners

when a miner's hard-hat shinned in my face...

I couldn't resist the smiling grin he / she displayed,

so I stared back, in addition to took his picture:

"It's Mr. Guapo, " the miners shrieked!

Estuve en la jaula con muchos mineros

cuando el sombrero scabroso de un minero brill en mi cara...

no pude oponerse la amplia sonrisa que l mostr,

por eso le devolv la mirada, y le tom una foto:

"l es este seor Guapo"! vociferaron los dems mineros.

9

A miner and the mine

are one.

A miner and his family

and a mine

will be one.

No: 2072 11-28-2007

El minero y la mina

young man uno.

Un minero y tu familia

y una mina

boy uno.


 * 2072 28-Nov-2007

12

A train, eighteen-hundred feet under the earth

electrically driven by a wire overhead,

on iron tracks, by using steel carts-

full of minerals, roaring down the tunnel;

its wheels squeak loud, like giant rats...!

I watch the faint lights rise in spirals

as it neared me-my better half holds my elbow:

the coach lights are soft like falling dust

soaks into the grain involving my skin... as it

passes us, carrying its tonnage load.

It sounds like thunder rolling over individuals flattened

tracks; I think: how many died down here,

against these surfaces of melancholy stones?

No: 2073 11-28-2007

Un tren, a toll free pies debajo de la tierra

elctricamente conducido por un cordn elctrico arriba,

sobre rieles de arma, con carros de acero-

llenos de minerales, ruge abajo del tnel;

sus llantas suenan gran, como ratas gigantes...!

Veo os quais las luces tenues suben en espirales

mientras este se acerca a mi-mi esposa sujeta mi codo;

las luces del fastuosidad son suaves como polvo cayendo

se empapa dentro de las partculas de mi piel... como si

me pasara, llevando sus tonelajes de carga.

Este suena tais como truenos retumbando sobre esas

vas aplanadas; pienso: cuntos murieron aca

contra estas paredes de piedras melanclicas?


 * 1) 2073 28-Nov-2007

14

I am writing on the miners

(gathering information mentally)

thinking, walking within the underground tunnels.

I feel a veil of sadness envelope me,

some sort of sadness that comes from death,

as if I had been alone in the mines;

no blazing heat from the sun

no celestial satellite, to bend my mind,

only faint lights off in the distance:

Now i'm in another world.

No: 2074, 11-28-2007 Written five hours after jogging through the tunnels of the Volcan Mines, 1800-feet beneath the earth. This composition is not meant to be negative, it is supposed to show, the miner lives in an additional world, when indeed, he is in his chosen habituate, which is the puits; so at least were my emotions as I experienced these underground tunnels, and tried to put myself within their place.

Estoy escribiendo sobre mis mineros

(recolectando informacin mentalmente)

pensando, caminando dentro de los tneles subterrneos.

Siento que un velo para tristeza me envuelve,

una quebranto que viene de la muerte,

lo que si estuviera slo en todas las minas;

no hay calor abrasador delete sol

ni luna, para invertir mi mente,

slo luces apparences apagadas en la distancia:

Estoy durante otro mundo.


 * 1) 2074, 28-Nov-2007 Escrito cinco horas despus de caminar a travs de los tneles de las Minas Volcan, a 1800-pies abajo de la tierra. Las intenciones sobre este poema no son negativas, sino que quiero mostrar, l . a . vida de los mineros a otro mundo, porque realmente, l esta en su lugar habitual notable, que son las minas; as al menos fueron mis sentimientos para como experiment estos tneles subterrneos, y trat de ponerme por mi parte mismo en sus lugares.

twelve

Oh yes, he has long gone now,

distributed among the deep mines;

the one he or she sees, and remains

afloat through the entire night.

He sleeps on twinkling minerals-

his eyes have super fast movements.

No: 2082 12-4-2007

Oh si, hace tiempo que l est durmiendo ahora

dispersado entre las minas profundas;

la o qual l ve, y permanece

some sort of flote a travs de la noche.

Este duerme en los minerales destellantes-

sus ojos tienen movimientos rpidos.


 * 1) 2082 4-Dic-2007

13

My walk in this city is slow, this morning

my body, this old physique says:

"Go back to the hotel room,

sit by the heater in the room

(where it is warm)... "

my mind has returned there:

way back, back, in that accommodation,

as this body flags down,

motions for a taxi

to go elsewhere.

Take note: No 2078; there are between seventy, 000 to 125, 000 occupants to Cerro de Pasco, based on how one measures the city. It truly is almost 15, 000-feet above marine level. It gets chilly upwards here.

Mi caminar en esta ciudad es lento, esta maana

mi cuerpo, este viejo persona dice:

"Regresa al cuarto de hotel,

sintate por la calefaccin sobre el cuarto

(donde es caliente)... "

mi mente vuelve the pensar esto:

vuelve, vuelve, a new ese cuarto del hotel,

mientras que este cuerpo se mueve

para llamar a un taxi

em virtude de ir a otro sitio.

Restriccion: # 2078; hay alrededor de seventy, 000 a 125, 000 cidados en Cerro de Pasco, dependiendo de cmo uno mide are generally ciudad. La ciudad est aprox. a 4, 380 metros acerca de nivel del mar. Hace fro all.

14

(in Cerro de Pasco)

Light rain is dropping (this morning)

as I look out your car window-

I smile at the sides of the adobe houses,

here in miner's city... (Cerro de Pasco),

unsure why, perhaps because those

whom live here must endure...;

canines are walking on hard cold terrain,

women move fast in this cold climate

(here in the highest city in the world).

But it all makes them exclusive, brave

and solid.

Dedcate in order to Mayor Tito Valle of Cerro de Pasco; No: 2068; 11-28-2007

Lluvia ligera est cayendo (esta maana)

mientras miro afuera de la ventana del carro-

sonro a new las esquinas de las casas de adobe,

aqu en la urbe de los mineros... (Cerro de Pasco),

no estoy seguro por qu, talvez porque aquellos

que viven aqu deben soportar...;

los perros estn caminando en el duro suelo fro,

las mujeres aprend mueven rpidamente en este a situa??o fro

(aqu en la ciudad muy alta en el mundo).

Si bien todo esto hace de ellos especiales, bravos

y macizos.

Dedicado al Alcalde de Cerro sobre Pasco, Ing. Tito Valle Ramrez. # 2068; 28-Nov-2007

15

Tractors are like dogs

they age more rapidly than man, -

at 62, I'm getting up there,

the old tractor, perhaps

is hundred or so (at fifty)

(take or give a few years in this article or there).

I climbed the girl helm

like a mate on a dispatch, -

slowly does it...

and she whispered to me:

"I've done my work, faithfully"

Note: The old Monster Tractor is from the Early 1960s, which often cost back then $800, 000-dollars. The modern one, which is but a year ancient (for they do not make them like this old one any more- cost three-million; poem No: 2080. # 2080, 12-03-2007

Los tractores son asi como los perros

ellos envejecen ms rpido que el hombre, -

a new los sesenta, yo estoy llegando all,

el viejo tractor, talvez

tiene cien o alrededor (a los cincuenta)

(agrega o quita unos cuantos aos aqu u all)

Me sub a tu timn

como una pareja durante un barco, -

lentamente aquello se hace...

y este myself susurr:

"Hice mi trabajo, fielmente"

Nota: El Viejo Tractor Grande data de 1960, en aquel entonces ste cost $800, 000-dlares. El nuevo tractor, que slo tiene un ao de antigedad (cost 3'000, 000-porque ya not any fabrican ms como el Deslucido Tractor Enorme)


 * 1) 2080 03-Dic-2007

16

Within the solid dark of night

I touched her entire body, smooth and tight.

Through a longer days work, now free

in bed, we knotted foot to knee,

and sensed our humanity-!

Another day we shall cross again

this practice of fate, and imperfect connect.

No: 2085 12-6-2007

17

Compacted snow will soon fall over Cerro para Pasco...

dampness clutching dampness,

white-colored on white-.

The birds will perch... with feathers overlapping

to help keep warm!

The dogs will stroll over brisk and frosted lawn.

At dark, the mountains with convert a shade of

gray, plus blue.

Everyone, and everything, hanging around

for the snow.

No: 2091 12-6-2007

18

Far ahead into the mines (1800-feet below)

sunk into the waist of the underground

I went... (in the dead part of the earth);

it is like a ghost mausoleum,

with manmade corridors and tunnels,

being placed tightly together with antlers

(wires from your floor to the ceiling).

The earth is all around, beneath, and

above you, yet man has triumphed.

Zero: 2066, 11-28-2007 (written shortly after visiting one of the lowest parts of the acquire, it goes 300-feet deeper, nonetheless without an elevator. Dedicated to Silvio Gutarra Tapia, Miner Ing.

Muy dentro en las minas (a 1800-pies abajo)

hundido en la cintura del subterrneo

yo fui... (en el area muerta de la tierra);

este sera como un mausoleo de fantasmas,

con pasadizos y tneles hechos por el hombre,

siendo sostenidos juntos ajustadamente con cornamenta

(alambres desde el piso hasta este techo).

La tierra est absolutamente todo alrededor, abajo, y

arriba sobre uno, sin embargo el hombre ' triunfado.


 * 1) 2066, 28-Nov-2007 (escrito justo despus de visitar una de las partes ms profundas entre ma mina, este continuaba 100 metros ms de profundidad, pero bad thing elevador. Dedicado al Ingeniero sobre Minas Silvio Gutarra Tapia.

nineteen

(Waiting at the bus station inside Cerro de Pasco, to go back to Huancayo...: )

It's a rainy morning in November,

loud music from the driver's seat

(blaring upward, into my very own ears);

I'm on the second floors, waiting...!

Loops and loops involving buildings

surround this bus ciudad,

selling everything from magazines

to eggs and rice!

It's a busy picture; carts and bikes,

loads of containers and greenery

(vegetables) going through the archway!

Servicios, thirty-cents, so, and so busy!

It's almost 8: 00 AM, the bus driver

techniques the bus again, moves the particular bus

now and then, trying to fool

the particular ticket takers, but

he's not necessarily going anywhere! Not yet!

(Esperando sobre ela estacin de buses en Loma de Pasco, para volver the Huancayo... )

Esta es una maana lluviosa de noviembre

msica alta desde el asiento de chofer

(retumba arriba, dentro de mis odos);

Yo estoy en un segundo piso, esperando...!

Redes sumado a redes de edificios

rodean la cual plaza de autobuses,

comerciando todo desde revistas

hasta huevos y arroz!

Este es un lugar saturado, carros y bicicletas,

montones de canastas y verduras

(vegetales) pasando por el arco!

Servicios higinicos, 30-centavos, muy, muy saturado!

Seran casi las 8: 00 de la maana, el chofer

mueve este autobs de nuevo, mueve el bus

de vez en cuando, tratando de engaar

a los que obtienen sus boletos, pero

l no est yendo a no hay sitio! Todava no!

A Note towards the Reader before the tales: I am not really a political person per se, nor want to get involved with politics at any point, yet I am aware that Cerro de Pasco, may be a miner town like in Northern Mn, where I am from, and it seemed to be with the sweat from their brows (the miners) and labor and muscular tissues that made Northern Minnesota what became, a city; as the miners have got in Cerro de Pasco, manufactured their city today. From the earth homes of a hundred years ago, towards the sprawling city now we see, Altozano de Pasco has come a long way; I just commend (Mayor Tito Valle and even Superintendent General Ing. Teodulo Quispe Huertas) and of course the thousands of miners for their lively contribution throughout Peru; and pray, the issues that are nowadays, will have solutioned tomorrow.

Un mensaje al lector antes de los cuentos: En si no soy una persona poltica, ni deseo verme envuelto con la poltica en ningn memento, aunque estoy consciente la cual Cerro de Pasco, es la ciudad minera como el Norte de Minnesota en Estados Unidos, de donde soy, donde con el sudor de sus flancos, su labor y sus msculos (los mineros) hicieron del Norte de Minnesota lo que es hoga?o, una ciudad; como han hecho hoy los mineros en Loma de Pasco de su ciudad. Desde barracas cientos de aos atrs, a la ciudad expandida que hoga?o vemos, Cerro de Pasco fixa tenido un largo camino; por mi parte elogio al Alcalde Ing. Perico Valle Ramirez y al Superintendente General de las Minas Volcan, Ing. Tedulo Quispe Huertas, y por supuesto a los miles de mineros por su contribucin energtica; y ruego, para que los problemas o qual existen hoy, tengan soluciones maana.

The Blue Amuc (El Muqui)

Part One: The Climb

The Blue Amuc came to the meadows

of Huayllay (about the year, 1957).

A young Amuc he was

wanting to start to see the blue of the sky.

Whereupon, he saw a young Shepard Boy,

about his own age-tending his flock.

Therefore, he hid trembling behind a few weeds

and a bristly bush... motionless he stood,

in the October atmosphere,

his color was between soft green

and yellow

more green than yellow-I'd say;

he put on all blue, even his shawl

as blue, pure blue for the reason that sky

on a clear sunny morning...!

(Legend says he was a royal prince,

and perhaps he was in his

fancy yellowish way) yet he knelt

head down in the tall weeds...

thinking about the blue sky, he

wished to see....

His eyes were significant and round

heavy looking from his forehead down.

He had climbed the tunnels upward

to the area, some twenty-one

hundred feet possibly even, to see the blue

of the sky, throughout Huayllay, this chilled

sunny yellowish day, in October.

And to view it clear, he rose above

the rose bush and weeds (it was a treat

he had long, longed for, to see).

Part Two: The Shepard Boy

He stood, but two feet tall, a little

above the orange weeds-thereabout.

His shoulders quivered, plus

the Shepard Boy saw all-

and wondered with curiosity;

because the Amuc looked high-up into

the sky, he hoped no consequences

would prevail (for now the Shepard Boy,

was as close to him as his shadow).

At this moment, each young lad

talked in things they knew,

each experience the wonder

of the other, each now under

the blue of the sky... both longing

to learn the other's lifetime.

The Amuc gave to the Shepard Boy

small stones (precious uncut gems),

and therefore, thereafter,

they grew to become close friends.

Part Three: The Night

Night came, with a windy howl-

through Stone Forest, and the meadows;

whereupon, the Amuc disappeared.

Yet, these kinds of day he returned, and

afterwards, for several days more,

each time providing new gifts, gems

(precious stones)..:!

They both rested-the Shepard Son

and the Amuc, in the meadow,

beneath the blue of the sky (each day),

both rested in awe, of some other, both

asking questions, and wondering why.

And then on the ninth-day, he was departed,

gone, just like that, never to return.

And for the boy, the Shepard Boy,

when he grew up, far in old age, he

continued to tell this particular story often ,

with gusto, in addition to dramatic waves;

to no benefit, to him, perhaps,

for no-one really believed him

anyway- but they liked to hear

the tale advised, for whatever reasons,

no one really knows.

That is, he told the story, but never

showed the stones, never showed them

to any individual but me, saying:

"Why ruin the fun, why try to prove

something, that's already done,

a tale, a legend, it will grow together with grow

and where it ends nobody knows, that is,

no one but you in addition to me, for the rest

of the folks, it can pure curiosity...? "

And so it had been, the old coot,

laughed crazy just like,

as if he walked away.

Not any: 2079 (12-2-2007)

Parte Uno: Are generally Subida

El Muqui Azul vino a los prados

de Huayllay (alrededor del ao, 1957).

Algun Muqui joven era l

queriendo ver el azul del gloria

A este punto, el vio a un nio pastor,

para aproximadamente su edad-cuidando su rebao.

As, l se escondi temblando detrs de algunas yerbas

y un arbusto coposo... inmvil l estuvo,

en el aire para Octubre,

su color era entre verde plido

y amarillo

cerca verde que amarillo-yo dira;

l vesta todo de azul, incluso su chalina

muy azul, azul puro como el cielo

sobre un claro da soleado...!

(La leyenda dice que l period un prncipe,

y talvez l estaba en su

forma garzo lujosa) aunque l se arrodill

cabeza abajo en las yerbas altas...

pensando en el gloria azul, que l

quera mirar...

Sus ojos eran grandes sumado a redondos

mirada pesada desde tus cejas.

l haba escalado los tneles hacia arriba

a la superficie, algunos 2, 100

pies u algo as, para ver este azul

del cielo, en Huayllay, este fro

soleado da celeste, en octubre.

Y para verlo claro, l se levant arriba

del arbusto y las yerbas (era un regalo

que l haba anhelado, anhelado ver).

Lado Dos: El Nio Pastor

l parado, era slo dos pies de altura, un poquito

ms arriba que las plantas amarillas, por ah.

Sus hombros temblaron, y

el nio pastor vio todo-

y se preguntaba que incluye curiosidad:

mientras que el Muqui miraba arriba en

el cielo, l esperaba que no consecuencias

prevalecieran (porque ahora el nio pastor,

estaba tan cerca de l como su sombra).

En exista memento, cada muchacho joven

habl de las cosas que ellos saban,

cada uno sintiendo el asombro

del otro, cada 1 ahora bajo

el azul de cielo... ambos deseando

aprender de la vida del otro.

El Muqui le dio al nio pastor

pequeas piedras (gemas preciosas enteras)

con consecuentemente, despus de esto,

ellos sony ericsson volvieron amigos ntimos.

Parte Tres: La Noche

La oscuridad vino, con un aullido ventoso-

a travs del Bosque de Piedras, y sus prados;

a este punto, el Muqui desapareci.

Aunque, al da siguiente l volvi, y

despus de el, por muchos das ms,

cada vez llevando nuevos regalos, gemas

(piedras preciosas)...!

Ambos descansaron-el nio pastor

y el Muqui, durante el prado,

debajo del celeste del cielo (cada da)

los dos descansaron con sobrecogimiento, del otro, ambos

hacindose preguntas, y preguntndose por qu.

Y entonces sobre el noveno da, l sony ericsson fue,

se fue, solamente de esa forma, para nunca volver.

En lo que respecta al nio, el nio pastor,

cuando creci, bastante hasta ser anciano, l

continu contando su historia cada cierto tiempo,

con entusiasmo, y movimientos dramticos;

sin beneficio, para l, talvez,

porque realmente nadie lo crea

de todas formas-aunque a ellos les gustaba or

la relato contada, por cualquier razones,

ninguno realmente lo saba.

Esto sera, l contaba la historia, pero nunca

mostr las piedras, jamas en la vida las mostr

a nadie, slo a mi, diciendo:

"Por qu arruinar la diversin, por qu tratar de probar

algo, que ya est hecho,

una divisa, una leyenda, esta crecer y crecer

y dnde termine nadie lo sabe, esto es,

ninguno slo t y yo, para este resto

de la gente, esto es pura curiosidad...? "

Y as fue, el anciano,

rea como un loco,

mientras l se alejaba.


 * 1) 2079 (02-Dic-2007)