The slope of my legs brought me
here
my skin the other scent that cements my garment
woven by women I know
Dance of the orange tree
where everything is born or nourished
sprout of the queñual tree
landscape that builds
the dew of Urubamba
I recognize my steps in every color that exists
memories that clothe me
open paths
The mint in my mouth
root of this encounter with myself
on my belly as I walk
the place where I grew up
Return
