PotosiA Poem by smkb90In colonial times Potosi was the riches mining city in the world, now it is the poorest city in a poor country in the heart of South America. Pachamama means mother nature for the Aymaran people.
Pacahamama the only mother I'll ever have,
Today I went by the place of your birth, You rich mountains, Long ago, rich of treasures and minerals, Today rich of corpses and death. Pacahamama your home, Was the home of my grandmothers. Today I went by your Altiplano, I felt your cold heat, and I cried for the those times that went by. The Potosinian people, With bronze skin, and blinding white smiles. They are your children, my brothers They are who keep you alive. Pachamama I saw your home, and for a second it became mine, Pachamama I saw your lad, and for a second it became mine. Now that second has gone by, and all my riches are made up of legends and fables and times that won't come back. © 2012 smkb90Featured Review
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3 Reviews Added on May 21, 2012 Last Updated on May 21, 2012 Authorsmkb90Buenos Aires, ArgentinaAboutI have yet to find a place to call home. i am traveling to find it, nine moths here, six months there. I want to see the world. I write about the places I've been to and the people I've met. And once .. more..Writing
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