A Friend, I Will Miss You.. Poem by Clinton Siegle

Angel Montecinos Avendañoเป็นที่รักของเพื่อน ๆจำเป็นต้องรู้ว่าทำไมมนุษยชาติถึงสวยงาม? จิตวิญญาณที่ยิ่งใหญ่เคยคิดถึงผู้อื่นชีวิตความเป็นอยู่ของบุญMontecino นายกเทศมนตรีของ Chumaเพื่อนที่เปิดกว้างของคนแปลกหน้าต้องคิดว่าเทวดาเวลานิรันดร์กาลเวลาคริสต์ฉันหวังว่าคุณจะพบเพื่อนของฉันในความเป็นจริงฉันหวังว่าเวลาต้องคิดถึงการจากไปของเพื่อนเปิดกอดของคนแปลกหน้านักบุญหวังสำหรับเทวดาI just got off a two-day trip to the museum of lake Titicaca, where I had fun with three PhDs.The fun part there was their disturbing nonobservational powers.Meaning? First, they did not read.Their assumption was that there were no trees ever in the area around the lake.To this I pointed out a book written via priest talking about how the king of Spain worried about ebony trees and had the forest burnt down to ensure no competition of wood from the New World.The part I remember from closer time frame I referenced an ebony desk made for the president of the United States either Kennedy or Nixon. I am not sure I recall.To this it baffled them.Why? Their assumption people moved enormous blocks with no trees native to the area.The second was one anthropology grad, who had lived there for a year and month trying to figure out what he called tops.I looked and saw he was talking about what ladies here used to crush their spicy sauce with.I pointed this out too.After that I went to La Paz, where I caught a ride to one of my more bizarre experiences in life.I had been invited to Chuma, Bolivia to dance as a bear. Now you must understand. I lived on two separate reservations in the states. I had been invited to cultural dances and had avoided them all my life due to my mother. Meaning? She has her way with those she controls and I never thought to disobey her. Why would I want to be tortured for a party in which I was not likely to enjoy at all? So being invited to a party in Chuma as part of the culture well. No mom. So I danced. And danced. The dancing started around 5 AM on Monday and ended sometime around 1 AM each night. I danced. And was loved by the older ladies. Why? Let me be honest. Culture is what you make of it. I would grab a lady and twirl her and dance with her, then take her mother and her aunt and chain them together in a sort of waltzing twirling dance. Fun for me and they enjoyed it. During the day I would dance with one group, then another group after meal time. There were 18 groups, and I danced and danced each night for two full weeks. Eating at roughly 51 homes where they would try to get the gringo drunk.I danced from August 12 to August 28th and eat each day at three different homes and had a grand wonderful time.That is where I meet Angel Montecinosand slept on a bed in his home there almost every night.What a time.How is this bizarre? I think I must have died there.I relate this story to people here not on my reality and they tell me I must be mistaken.The party only lasts for three days and is held usually August 14 forward.I laugh.I wonder.I wander through the realities of times these days.I am a bear at heart and realize the bear would eat grass while the lion would lay down with the sheep and wonder.What occurred in 1997? Or to be honest, am I in a dream now? For this seems like the illusion.A dream from a pirate of a different time and place.