La Paz XII

2.27.11

She´s a flower that

leaps from the ground to greet the

sun for the first time.

More fotos de la playa (huanchaco)

La Paz VIII-XI

2.23.11

Rain taps at the window

like the keys on a piano

and I hum along.

2.24.11

Mountains watch over

a city trapped within a

lone restless valley

2.25.11

A moist chocolate cake

stays dry inside her display

outside dark grey skies.

2.26.11

Look! those two fools there

dancing in the rain-full of

joy and of red wine.

No stars nor no moon

the sun timidly wakes up

but the rain wont sleep.

La Paz VIII-X+

La Paz VIII-X+

La Paz VII

From a clear blue sky

fell a powerful rain. The

sun felt real confused.

La Paz VI

2.20.11

The endless motion

of clouds outside my window

mezmorize me.

How I love being so near to the sky!!

La Paz V

2.20.11

The smoke vanishes

Clock tower strikes violently

and I realize life.

A sunny Sunday

The clouds stayed high in the sky

we all ate ice cream!

La Paz 1

The valley fills with haze a monster winks

A puff of smoke he blows from his fine pipe

With his quick breaths red embers rise and sink

He thumps his tail and wonders ¨whats the hype?¨

Andean music dances with the fog

City lights flicker on as evening falls

The streets are filled with cars and thick brown smog

Take head my friend the sound of chaos calls.

¨The Peace¨ they call this crazy restless place

The sound of sirens never seem to end

The streets are steep yet people run with haste

The first of dawn appears and life begins

This gentle gaint´s something to be feared

More rotten than any places you´ve neared.

(Please forgive me the the iambic pentameter is not right on or the rhythms weak, I am new to the world of sonnets. It is a very exciting and beautiful world!)

La Paz IV

2.18.11

A city burns bright

the sun has long said goodnight

The moon shines delight.

A queen on her thrown

The full moon in the sky, she rules

Over the city.

The city bows down

to the moon in full glory

and the people rest.

La Paz III

2.17.11
Wide open window
sees a city on a hill.
And a fat coat rack.

La Paz II

Like a misty night
and a dark forest, sometimes its
hard to See clearly.

Like the suns strength and
solidness of granite, we
will get up again.


(check out: http://indulgentadventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/like-backcountry-ski-hut-but-for.html to see some photos of Hatun Machay!. This couple from Seatle are awesome and are ridding the moto-cycles all the way to Patagonia!)

La Paz I

2.15.11
A down ward spiral
into the heart of la paz
yo he llegado.

A window that peers
into an empty court yard
and a lean coat rack.

But the coat rack does not wobble. The celling is painted pink with a flower. There was no rain today and I felt confused. The sun was lovely and warmed me through and through. It is good to be back to the never sleeping city, a monster of a town, where everything is spiraling down and there is a mountain that is always watching me watch it and i wonder what it thinks about me and i know what i think about it, ¨hermoso!.

Photos from Huanchaco

Cusco I-III

2.12.11

I reach my hands up

As cumulus clouds pile

but cant quite touch em

Fiesta! Amor

vida musica, boda

y puta whisky.

2.13.11

Street lights flicker on

as do the stars in the sky

Then! Lightning flashes

The moon-a street lamp

How bright and gentle she burns

My feet reach the ground.

2.14.11

Yellow flowers shake

Long grass dances the tengo

as the storm blows in.

I am thankful for my time in Cusco, for my friends who married and are so happy, and even for the four angry dogs that surrounded me today and their sharp looking teeth and loud voices, more so thankful for their encounter I am thankful that they let me go alive and well. I miss mahli.

Huaraz III 2-9-11

Snow caped mountains sing
As dawn`s sun reflects from ice
to my ears and eyes

A beautiful fare well to huaraz

Hatun Machay I-III, Huaraz II

2.3.11

Sky burns with passion

my heart jumps from tired flesh

and frolics with joy.

Thick fog rolls over

green hills dotted with boulders

and consumes my soul.

Hidden in a place

where humming birds buzz and stone

proclaims Love´s beauty.

Sun Sets orange and blue

The forest of stone burns red

Wispy clouds escape.

2.4.11

Bloody fingers grip

sharp ancient stone, quick breaths then

Go! to a deep jug.

Brook mumbles softly

The birds chatter quietly

Wind whispers secrets.

2.5.11

A river runs from

a lush green valley to the

eternal sun set.

Tobacco and Tea

Warms my cold, tired body

after a great day!

2.8.11

The birds are singing

and I am wet to the bone

must be songs of rain.

Huanchaco VII, VIII-Huaraz I

1.30.11
Acrobats, clowns, kids
Candied apples, popcorn. The
circus leaves me sad.

After going to a small circus in the poor part of town my eyes were opened to why there seems to be so much machismo and sexism in Peru. Terrible.

1.31.11
The sun sinks into
the vast ocean, fairing well
to a lovely day.

Not all is ugly here, in fact, beauty surrounds!

2.1.11
He llegado hoy
Donde los montanas son
y mi corazón

Blown away by the distant alpine beauty.