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The Treasure of Catalina Huanca (In English and Spanish)
Note: written after seeing the little adobe 16th century church San Sebastian, in San Jeronimo, by the mountains of Huancayo, Peru, after being taken there by the Wandering Quechua guide, Enrique (4-13-2005). The Treasure of Catalina Huanca Written by Dennis L. Siluk There, by the lofty mountains fair Hidden under the earth by Huancayo In San Jerónimo de Tunan- Is Catalina's treasure of gold! Whereupon, the Spaniards killed Atahualpa, the Inca King--; Hence, Catalina turned around to seek And found-her new, sacred ground!... And, a glutted stream swept- This little adobe church Called San Sebastian-ever since In the lofty mountains by Huancayo!... Spanish Version Por Dennis L. Siluk Translated by: Rosa and Minerva Peñaloza Note: Escrito después de visitar la pequeña iglesia San Sebastián construida de adobe en el siglo 16, en San Jerónimo de Tunan, por las montañas de Huancayo, Perú, después que ser tomado allí por el Peregrino Quechua guía, Enrique (4-13-2005) El Tesoro de Catalina Huanca Allí, por las altas montañas Ocultado bajo la tierra de Huancayo En San Jerónimo de Tunan- ¡Esta el tesoro de oro de Catalina! Por el cual, los españoles mataron Atahualpa, el Inca Rey-; De ahí, Catalina giró para buscar ¡Y encontró - su nueva tierra sagrada!... Y, una corriente saturada barrió- Esta pequeña iglesia de adobe Llamada San Sebastián - desde entonces ¡En las altas montañas de Huancayo!... Mr. Siluk in an International Poet and Author, his web site is http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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