Sunrise
My day is the same but in the March
Yet on the Twenty first of the June
I was on Titicaca
El 21 de Junio se celebra el Año Nuevo Andino-Amazónico
We walked yes kept the walk
All the night
Traditions kept awake
Our joy and eagerness
Came the sun's energy
Could see it when rolling
In bed of highest lake
Of the world
With its dhows and the ships
Now same in Toronto
Arrived though
Very late
Better late than never
And I look at photos
Barefooted
Yesterday…
Not long back
I look at the woman
Each wrinkle
In her face
In pages words are lot
I have run out of words …
No need for further talk…
Don't want them…
Want action!
Hello to
Etnias, Pueblos Indígenas Del Mundo
Culturales deben que coexisten
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