Punku – Yana Lucila Lema

 

Kay ñan tukuripi. laurellla ashnakuk kaspipi
ñuka takita sakini.
Kaspi tukushka yurapi. Kaya shuk upalla pachakunata rikuna,
shuk hichurikunata rikuna shuyupi
ñuka takita sakini.
Kanpak llapishka makikuna,
Kanpak washapi micha tyanakuk,
kay uchilla allpapi, ñuka takita sakini.
Ñuka mishashka punkupi ñuka takita sakini,
Tukuylla llulla kashka kakpipash.

 

 

Door – Yana Lucila Lema

 

I leave my song here, where the road ends.

On this piece of wood

with its scent of laurel.

I leave my song on a tree now shapeless.

On a figure that, tomorrow, will see other silences,

Other goodbyes.

I leave my song on this patch of soil,

Where your clasped hands live

With the light across your back.

I leave my song on the gate which is my glory,

Though it may be that nothing is real.