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!)
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
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!.
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!.
Monday, February 14, 2011
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.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
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
As dawn`s sun reflects from ice
to my ears and eyes
A beautiful fare well to huaraz
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
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.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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.
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.
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