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Phantom of the Rocks
[Huancayo, Peru]
Night falls deep
Upon the traveler!
Low, over the Andes
By Huancayo-;
They know a legend,
Not of this earth,
Where evil lurks
(Over Palla-Huarcuan!...)
"The Phantom of the Rocks";
Should you pass thru there,
At night-be aware:
Expect not to return!...
Note: There is a rock in the form of an Indian Maiden; this is considered the evil spirit of the area. #657 5/13/05
Lady from Lima
[Dona Ana-1668 AD]
Dona Ana-but twenty-nine
Years old- Ruled Lima, Peru, with
Diamonds and gold. Haunted with pride and
Nobility? She dressed in splendor
For all to see! And pardoned a friar
Who was quite thirsty!
#659 5/2005
Bell Ringer: de Copan
In the cathedral de Copan the Bell Ringer was a boy- and his only job
(to my knowledge was), was to the ring the bells? in the town-let of the cathedral.
It so happened that (one night
around dusk) , the lad, with mortal anguish, inspired madness-in the
delirium
of the moment: rang the bells like Holy Hell!!
(As I was witness to this all.)
He rang the bells, as if they had
wings-! As if this was his sermon-. As he dashed against the Tower
Walls-:
He rang the bells like Holy Hell!! He rang the bells with Royal
decree!! He swung on the ropes like a
monkey.
Echoes, echoes-passed through
the plaza-square; as sinful strollers, strolled
everywhere?.
As he rang the bells like Holy Hell!!
And now tell me: what could
I do? I pealed my hat off my head,
And kneeled on a pew.
Note: Occurrence happened as described in the poem, April, 2005 while visiting the archeological site nearby. #658 [May 13, 2005]
Dennis Siluk is a poet, and author. He is working on his 30th book called, "The Treasure of Catalina Wanka," and will have a presentation of it in Lima, Peru in November at the Ricardo Palma house, under the director Luis Cuillermo Guedes Ontaneda, so he looks forward to seeing those whom may be passing through, or perhaps live there. His site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com


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