Tell me, mother,
The story of the free bird
Who layed her eggs
In a soft basket of gold light.
“She trembled
But the song of the 3 frogs
Calmed her worried mind.
She folded her feathers
As she was watching her butterfly sister
In the glory of her colours.”
Tell me, mother, the story
Of your eggs hatched so long ago.
Tell me, who have I become?
“A bit of you
A bit of sky
A bit of Earth
All that matters.”Machu Picchu, Feb. 2011
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