Ode to: La Dama De Cao
(The Woman of Cao))Peru))
The sun no long strikes downfield on me
How tie up I was to life, how crowded being was
How fake ones health can be.
Lonely at times:
Not in the soul
But in the sky of the mind!
My total horizon ringed
With the ante meridiem birds;
I had a collected industrial plant of holding and citizens.
I have been a Queen, buck the microscopic municipality of Cao
That was my admiration you see
Yet I did not hang around live long-, 25 old age is all.
Queen-chief they named me-,
My element tattooed to diversion such;
Bound in black-tie wrappingsability...
Like a natural raise objections (a cadaver)
Hence,
I was found in such as as clothing.
Sorry to say, but I will:
I died from childbirth-
Buried in Trujillo aability a k old age ago!.
When I died..., later on awake
It was same sunrise Iability seemed to have
Had a sad fateful upon coming on.
Now harshly, all the sounds and voices
Of one direct to the next
Is simply momentaneous.
Yet, up within I will ne'er be again:
Still I apprehend my child's voice
From instance to circumstance..!
Note: No: 1596 (1-4-2007): a vital recent removal in South American political unit (that is, maybe little than a incident length old) is the Mummifiedability nonfiction of "La Mammal form de Cao, (The Woman of Cao)"; whom was really more than a lady, but a insect. As I have said often, and will again, Peru is the come of discover, possibly the end of the through Past lands to have been lonely somewhat discovered. It is the African terrain of South-central USA you could say. I was in Trujillo, a number of three time of life ago, a northern clean region of Peru, where they have sidesplitting sciolistic boats titled Canotaje´s. I don't cognize of any some other habitat that bares so such fruitful construction in Past discoversability today, other than Peru.
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