I
In the silence and
forever, I stayed
on a mountaintop
Where many were before,
and blue and gold
yellow gold were the
skya clouds over …
was surprising, as a
fog, wrapped, dropped
the mountaintop
like a lake
marble angels standing
celebrated as the ruby stone
Heavener's in hand.
And there I saw
and that He rose in his grace,
stars on her beautiful face,
and where he came
There was no sign.
II
Santo, Santo was the
Young Seraph
words,
issued in the love of Christ.
Right, just as she was
Venus of the sky,
starlight in her eyes;
weak with the view
I leaned on a rock
I listened to my soul,
music provided (somewhere)
the unknown ….
It was as if she was
in a quiet shrineÂ
and he sent his gaze
Â-who descended
completely the mountaintop;
Then he sent
your soul …
to the small town
called Sapallanga —
Silver Heavener below the breasts
(and SOA, now
tolda legend is …).
Notes: # 1459 (9/12/2006) At the top of the mountain called San Cristobal, near the town-let called Sapallanga, about ten miles from Huancayo, Peru, in the Mantaro Valley, twenty children in the 1820s saw a vision of the Virgin Mary the Mother of Christ, therefore sinceÂ-once a year a festival is held in his honor and special for that to happen.
The Chutes parade through the streets of this small village, with the chonguinada as cutting, slicing, and reduce their whips as the protectors of these dancers, as the festival lasts for about three days.
Poem: dedicated Sapallanga Mayor Luis Alberto Perez Peralta, who was kind enough to welcome and accompany my wife and me around town and inform me of the legend, and point to the mountain and its pilgrims to climb to the top of the small church to pay tribute to the event (and special thanks to Lily Unchupaico, on his visit to the Fiesta).
Spanish Version
Translated by Rosa Peà ± aloza of Siluk
The Aparicio ³ n MarÃa
(The Miracle of Sapallanga)) 1820)
I
In silence and
Forever jama s, I
On a ridge of mountains ± a
where many were before,
and Blue and Gold
yellow gold were the
Clouds cielo on …
was amazing, While a
Fog, Wrapped, low ³
The top of the mountains ± a
as a lake where
Marble angels were standing
Stones held as rubÃes
in the hand of Heaven.
And beyond contemplation ©
While she was in her grace,
stars on her lovely face,
and she comes dà ³ nde
bean not fulfilling No No Trace.
II
Santo, Santo was the
Young Serafo words,
molded into love for Christ.
Very pretty, very pretty as she was
Venus of the sky,
Starlight in her eyes;
dà © BIL by visia ³ n
I © tilt on a rock
© listening to my soul,
DADA Music (site is algae º n)
the desconocido …
It was as if she stood
In a sanctuary silencioso —
And she sent in ³ forward his gaze
-Â ³ descending
everywhere from the top of mountains ± a;
then she sent onwards ³
your soul …
± a one small town
Sapallanga call —
low silver breasts of Heaven
(and entoncesÂ, now
contada legend is …).
Notes: # 1459 (12/Septiembre/2006) On the top of the mountains ± a call San Crista ³ bal, near the small town Sapallanga ± a call, maybe ten miles sà Huancayo, Peru, in the Mantaro Valley, Twenty nià ± I In the early 1820 aà ± os saw a visia ³ n of the Virgin Mary, Mother of Christ; handle once aà ± o is a festival held in his honor and this special event.
The parade of the  "ChutosÂ" down the streets of this small town ± o, With the chonguinada, While they throw their stripes as the protectors of these dancers, while the festival Contina º a For about three days.
Poem: Dedicated to the Mayor of Sapallanga, Luis Alberto PÃ © rez Peralta, who was kind enough to give us welcome and escort around ma and my wife and inform the city of legend, and teaches ± Arnos the mountains ± ay its pilgrims, ranging from excursions to the small ³ n ± a Church that is on top of giving tribute to (and special thanks to Lily Unchupaico, for showing us the festival).
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