The Train, its Wailing
Ñawinchay, mayqin simipi:
Runasimi 
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I hear the wailing, the train
approaches from far away
honeyed dreams
tormented
carrying me instead to
serpentine, scabrous tracks
Deep in the night, the wailing
vanishes
only the song of the river who speaks
with her seething lashes
like blows that fall upon the soul
come to whisper, relating plunges foretold
Like the very cries of Time
I hear the echoes, the breaths
of my affliction
I search for a path to take flight
to cast off these fetters,
tying me to the void.
Where might I find a love
to hold me fast?
Meet The Author
Who am I?
I search for my shadow, in the brilliant light
seeing myself, I shudder
and in the silence, I hear
your heart.
In the Sun’s beard
my dreams ignite
in the upper-world colorful ashes
envelop me until night falls.
The mountains’ power
abandons me, callously
with salt-heavy tears
I wash away the trace
of my ephemeral path
Yet my delight is unbounded
dancing, lingering…
So now do you know
who I am?
Apachita
Pichinkupa takinta
mana uyarispa
rikchariyta chiqnini.
Ñawiyki mana k’anchaptin,
chilliku mana takiptin,
¿imapaqmi kawsayman?
Manam apachita
ñanniykipi kanichu.
Chusaqpi manam imaypas
ñuqapa kawaqchu.
Kuyakuq miski asnayki
hap’iwaptinpas.
Much’aykikuna k’añawaptinpas
manam imaypas qampa kasaqchu
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Apachita
Pichinkupa takinta
mana uyarispa
rikchariyta chiqnini.
Ñawiyki mana k’anchaptin,
chilliku mana takiptin,
¿imapaqmi kawsayman?
Manam apachita
ñanniykipi kanichu.
Chusaqpi manam imaypas
ñuqapa kawaqchu.
Kuyakuq miski asnayki
hap’iwaptinpas.
Much’aykikuna k’añawaptinpas
manam imaypas qampa kasaqchu
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.
Qichqa-Precipice
but I stumbled and fell.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the Aleph.
There now, a terrace
And so we see life, indeed all of existence.
At these heights, our view unrivaled.
From there, all of us together,
what haven’t we realized, what haven’t we foretold
In the name of qichqa.
precipice.
There now are the wise ones,
Seekers of memories, of consciousness
suspended.
From there now, one lays hold of truth–chiqaq.
And from there, a lagoon is also, lagoon
And from there, a mountain is also, mountain
And there above all else, pacha —all of time and all of space
is pacha.
