Ballad of an Inca King

Ballad of an Inca King Ah! Leave the gold, wealth and the Inca king landSays? In Spain, where they leave the bustling streets, To navigate to the Peruvian coast, the golden voice is soft, it glistens and shines like the sun A mountain of gold, or the grave Looks human, Inca-god? Spaniards sing their songs victoryWhere breaks the green Peruvian sea; Who today, like Inca King (?) Guarded behind prisons doors? It speaks of his ringsThey or watching the wind through the banks? You count the days that have slowed from For gold, and who love spring die.Envoy.Another does not pass, swallowed up by death and death? The Spanish voice combine?: Kill the King Inca in time before the arrival of gold I fear? Everything is hidden fund In the bowels of the earth, in Moonlight galleries Peru? # 731 6/13/2005Just note: Ricardo Palma was a part of my inspiration at a high level, the traditions of Peru, as I tried to put some poetry in verse. The Inca, in general, has been a recurring theme seems to me that my poetry, like Peru, and several characters who surround them, and places like the Andes, Cuzco, Huancayo, Lima: Peru for all courses with names such as Francisco Pizarro, and Bolivar, Atahualpa [Inca King]; Titu-Atauchi his brother. Dona Veronica Aristizabal.Poet / Dennis Siluka