Jun
25
2010
25
2010
Jun
17
2010
17
2010
Jun
14
2010
14
2010
Jun
10
2010
10
2010
Frowning Atahuallpa (My Inca Love)
Sitting all alone, looking at the throne of the one I used to love
Sitting all alone, looking at the stone of my lovely inca love
The huntress stands, with peacock hands she’d take me to where she lie
She sighs so deep, it rocks the river of her stomach sky
The oval moon, it tans the faun who holds grapes for my love
Sitting all alone, sitting in the throne of my lovely inca love
Jun
03
2010
03
2010









