Translation:Huaco

I am the blind caracara that watches through the lens of an ulcer, and that is tied to the Globe, like to a stupendous spinning huaco.

I am the llama, which only attains hostile silliness to shear spirals of a bugle brilliant with disgust and tanned by an old yaravi.

I am the pigeon of the condor that has had its feathers removed by a Latin arquebus; and bursting with humanity I float in the Andes, like a perennial Lazarus of light.

I am the Incan grace that gnaws on itself in golden qurikanchas baptized by erring matches and by hemlock. Sometimes the broken nerves of an extinct puma give a jump in my stones.

A ferment of sun; yeast of shadow and heart!