See! shapes in the light…
In the boundaries of dream and night an electric cave painting made before the time of the first horse riders.
Free spirits made of light; flying, running, shinning a millisecond before you wake up.
A time of primitive gods yelling with thunders.
A time of horses.
Let’s let these shores. Perhaps crossing this old ocean we’ll come to kingdoms of our past. Dreaming kings and white lands wait for us to take just a piece of a metal crown as an only souvenir that we were here.
This is a view from Puno’s bay. Those ships were built in England, taken in pieces using donkeys and assembled in the highest (navigable) lake in the world: the Titicaca. Funny (or sadly?), because we have thousand of years building ships, we navigated to Oceania and Antarctica.
They were two ships, Ollanta and Manco Capac, (Capac is a misspelled form of Qhapaq).
I had curiosity to see the port at night, but there was empty; in a certain way is like go to a museum to see objects from the past: there is no life.
BTW in the sky is, if I’m not wrong dear reader, the Jach’a Qhana (what you probably name Southern Cross), four brilliant stars in the middle top.