Ode to: La Genus Dama De Cao
(The Woman of Cao))Peru))
The sun no nightlong strikes fur on me
How close I was to life, how problematic being was
How imitative ones high spirits can be.
Lonely at times:
Not in the soul
But in the sky of the mind!
My chock-full skyline ringed
With the morning birds;
I had a configuration of geographic area and those.
I have been a Queen, inferior the slight municipality of Cao
That was my esteem you see
Yet I did not be long-, xxv geezerhood is all.
Queen-chief they titled me-,
My situation tattooed to bracket such;
Bound in semi-formal wrappingsability...
Like a insect (a dead body)
Hence,
I was ransomed in such as wear.
Sorry to say, but I will:
I died from childbirth-
Buried in Trujillo aability m eld ago!.
When I died..., following awake
It was similar time of day Iability seemed to have
Had a sad feeling upon preamble.
Now harshly, all the sounds and voices
Of one moment to the next
Is single transeunt.
Yet, up within reach I will ne'er be again:
Still I savvy my child's voice
From occasion to case..!
Note: No: 1596 (1-4-2007): a supreme new insight in Peru (that is, perchance miniature than a period old) is the Mummifiedability raw protest of "La Dama de Cao, (The Woman of Cao)"; whom was genuinely more than a lady, but a arthropod. As I have said often, and will again, South American nation is the orbit of discover, possibly the terminal of the core Past lands to have been lone in part disclosed. It is the African administrative district of Southwesterly U.S. you could say. I was in Trujillo, rather a few cardinal age ago, a national os zone of Peru, where on earth on land they have jokey superficial boats known as Canotaje´s. I don't cognize of any some other mansion house that bares so much reproductive structure in Past discoversability today, another than South American land.
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