Copacabana
The breath of Magna Greece In this Mediterraneum Lake. A borrowed today On millennia interest Pacific Tamed over history. Eucalyptus as olive trees And damascus of lichens Under loyal rocks And meek Like the itching water over the sand Like a mute pleasure Of children population Of the silence Among resonant drums And everlasting hotages And smiles carved in stone Of variable youth Wishing the eternal beat In a ancestral dance. The titikaka rests Blue Clean Horizontal Hugging long hills Bald Lazy Tired of being the same. Written March 10th, 2002 © on Mar 10 2002 01:59 AM PST 0 • 10
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"The breath of Magna Greece..."