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Two Poems: Black Poncho, and Spirits of de Copan [in English and Spanish]
English Version 12) Black Poncho (of Saint Cosme Hill, by Lima, Peru) Lost in the grottos of Peru- ?in the form of scorching fruit; By using his poncho to pull Henceforward, he was swindled Note: Information taken from a number of conversations with the locals of Lima, Peru (and my father-in-law) especially from a conversation with Hernan Espinoza, a waiter in Lima, Peru, as he remembered it (the year being: l945); 5-4-2005; #625; there is also another side to this man, one that is considered to more on the side of Robin Hood,the thief; as Papa Augusto would have it. Versión en Español Poncho Negro (del Cerro San Cosme en Lima, Perú) Perdido en las grutas de Perú- ?en la forma de fruta chamuscada; Usando su poncho para jalar Después, él fue estafado Note: La Información fue obtenido de una conversación con Hernan Espinoza, un camarero en Lima, Perú, así como él lo recordó (Año: 1945); Mayo 4 del 2005; Nro. 625 English Version 13. The Spirits de Copan Part one I see them in the skies And never are alone-
The Spirits and the Ghouls? They are shadows in my world Part Two These spirits hide in ancient stones In ebbing shadows They are no man's friend Part Three The Spirits de Copan (have)-: These were the kings Part Four Smoke Rabbit Part Five In the Great Plaza A spirit, let known
(In its trembling vacuum): As I looked towards The imposing palaces
I replied And I walked away Note: written while visiting the Copan Valley, and site, in Honduras; written between 4-24/25-2005, #630. Versión en Español 13. Los Espíritus de Copan Parte Uno Los veo en los cielos Y nunca están solos-
Los Espíritus y los Demonios ? Ellos son sombras en mi mundo Parte Dos Estos espíritus se ocultan en piedras antiguas En sombras que bajan Ellos no son amigo del hombre Parte Tres Los espíritus de Copan (tienen)-: Estos fueron los reyes Parte Cuatro Conejo de Humo Parte Cinco En Gran Plaza Un espíritu, deja conocer
( En su trémula respiracion): Como miré hacia Los palacios imponentes
Contesté Y me alejé Note: escrito en la visita al Valle Copan, y lugar arqueologico, en Honduras.Escrito entre Abril 24 y 25 del 2005, Nro. 630. Dennis Siluk is a writer, considered by Marissa Cardenas, reporter for the Correo Newspaper, of Peru who says: "...his stature is recognized worldwide as a sort of 'ambassador' of every country that he visits writing on their peoples, their histories and customs... similar to Julio Verne..." website: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com [see http://www.amazon.com or bn.com]Rosa P.
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