Kallanpa
Ñawinchay, mayqin simipi:
Runasimi 
castellano
Maymi mamayki
Maymi taytayki
Kallampa
Qatun unquypi
Ñoqayku hina
Sayay sayaychu
Sipascha
Ayrin ayrinchu
Sunqucha
Meet The Author
Yanqa Haiku
Ranra rumintan
Chullalla
Haykuman
Yaykuy
1/18/18 iskay
I
Santuyuqmi nisuptinku
Tankar kichkachallay
Tayta Arguedasllay
Aswan qan yuyariwayku
II
papapas riqcharimunqaña
papapas tukuramunqaña
Oscar number kinsa y arte poéticas
I
Varios sonidos anunciaban la llegada de Los Altos alazanes de Kurankuni a Waraqo
Y un día galopé de Warkisa a los manantiales de Molino Wayqo
En un caballo del tío Óscar
Esta película es eterna
II
Artepoéticas:
Patan patan puripakuq
Mana riqsisqa
Tuytuq
Mayuman asuykuspa
Asiykuspa
Urmaykaykamuq
Ranra rumi
Ni huqninpas ni wakinpas
Llapan dukturchanuka
opakuna
lonlokuna
tukuy laya hanllakukuna:
ni wakinpas
ni huqninpas
ñoqaykuqa
ñoqanchikllam
kayku
Si pues sipas
Patibamba urayninpi
Huambarqa chutarayachkan
Mana Adelaininta
Aqawasipi aypayta atispa
Imarayku si pues sipas
Siminta
Maski tinaja qayllanpi harawiq kananta
Chakichinki
Wayra umalla rumi patanpi
Llunlullaña
Loqlollaña rimaykustin
Mana uma poesia
Mana runa
Unay uno
Iskay yaku
Qakuchi niñacha
Chicharunniykita munachkani
Chay chaykita
Wankarani kachichayoq
Kachi kachicha
Gustupaqa aswan katillanoman tiqraykusun
ima simipipas
Upallalla
Llullu llullucha
Wayqokunapi takipakuq
Takierto nispalla
Awer niway
Aysariway
Wakachuta
Pikichaki
Tunas qayta
Leche timpu
Waytapallana
hanay orqupi ruwachanki
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Mamaquca
Titiqaqa mama quca1
hanaq pacaq waqayni qispi umiña
kusi sunqun qhawaykuyki ñawiri hunt’ata
kawsayniytaqmi wayt’arin sumaq sani unuykipi
Sapa p’uncay illariqtinmi
Inti tayta muc’arisunki
quri siminpa yawrayninpitaq
muyuykuqniyki urqukunantin
pukaq’umirraq saniq’illuraq
imasumaqta t’ikaykacanki
Cawpi p’uncay cayamuqtintaq
lirpuman tukun unuyki
rit’i c’ulluyuq apukunaq
uyanku qhawakunanpaq
C’anpiq tutaq p’anpaykusqantaq
yana lliklla hina mast’arikunki
khutu wayrawan aytiykukuspa;
t’uqyaq qhaqyataq lliplliyninwan
q’inqupallayta awarin
k’upacasqa unuykipi
Kawsaq
Imprison my flesh, if you want,
Harm my heart, if you want,
Tear away my hair, if you want,
Tie my hands and feet, if you want.
Perhaps,
Maybe you do not stop
Until you see my body rot.
If it is going to be like that,
Only my worms will take me to my mother Pachamama.
I will be there too!
I will feed the trees
with my rotting skin.
Yes,
I will grow fruit in any plant
So that my brothers
So that my sisters
Will be fed.
And, then my brothers,
And then my sisters
They will be strengthened
With my rebirth.
And, likewise,
I will scream
In the voices of my brother and sister:
“Yes! I’m Quechua!”
Do what you want!
Do what you want!
But, Never ever
Will you take away
who I am.
Leave It Now Mamaku
So you’re washing once again mamaku, dear mother?
it’s raining now, don’t wash now
there’s water enough
and dirty clothing enough
for your sorrows,
and some days without rain.
Stop washing more clothes mamaku
stop scouring against that rock,
it doesn’t hold your sadness
stop hurting your hands mamaku
these clothes are just¬ dirty tatters,
not my punishment.
Leave it now mamaku,
I beg you
let your tears transform into foamy water
and this wretchedness in the air pursues me
relentlessly
Stop twisting those clothes, no more wringing,
it does no good.
these waters cannot free you from your pain.
Leave it now, leave that timeworn rock
it cannot speak,
leave its pores to guard you laments
speak no more to it.
Leave it now mamaku, for the rain carries on.
Juch’uylla
Kausayninchaj allin juch’uy,
wayraj phukuynin jinalla;
chayman jina kausananchaj
yan purej runa jinalla.
Kausasqaspa, ukhunchajta
uywanapaj, mikhunanchaj;
wañojtinchaj, qhepallanta
khuruspa mikunan kanchaj.
