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Atahualpa's Game
[Peruvian]
Sometimes, it's not wise
To share your wisdom
---as did, Atahualpa
(The Inca King) in the
Game of chess; thereafter,
He was condemned to death.
6/6/05 #713
Note: Atahualpa, was the most famous of the Inca Kings, in the 16th century of Peru, I do relieve, and was held for ransom by the Spaniards. And legend has it, because of a chess game, he was killed, while Catalina Wanka was on her way bringing Gold for his freedom, of which she stopped abruptly, and hid, once finding out, the king was murdered by the Spaniards.
El Juego de Atahualpa
A veces, no es sabio
Compartir su sabiduría
---como hizo, Atahualpa
( El Rey inca) en el
Juego de ajedrez; a partir de entonces,
Él fue condenado a muerte.
6/6/05 *713
21.
Ica, Witches
[Peruvian]
Do not go to Ica, dear friend
There you may find witches-
In toast and bread?
Perhaps lose your head,
Perhaps find them in bed
Perhaps, find yourself dead.
6/6/05 #714 [Ica, is in Northern Peru]
Note: there are stories, that even my wife agrees with, that she has heard that witches haunt this area of Peru; a city in the South part of Peru.
brujas de Ica
No vaya a Ica, querido amigo
Allí usted puede encontrar brujas-
En tostada y pan ?
Quizás pierda su cabeza,
Quizás los encuentre en la cama
Quizás, se encuentre muerto.
6/6/05 *714
Poet/Author Dennis Siluk website: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com



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