parque nacional torres del paine
day one: laguna amarga a campamiento
serón (12 km)
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the sky and the earth
illuminating spirit
in rippling shadow
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deep gold blue and white
colors felt with all senses
Patagonia
day two: campamiento serón a refugio dickson (19 km)
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por el sendero
viento entra ojos
me voy volando
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I wake up to
a Patagonian wind dance
the trees can’t help but shake
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morning clouds move swift
above pointy mountain tops
cold summer wind chills
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golden grass billows
in shimmery rows of dance
I sit still amidst
day three: refugio dickson a campamiento los perros (9 km)
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creaky trees grow dense
we are wandering strangers
amidst ancient change
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un río fuerte
nos trae agua pura
pausamos aqui
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nadie habla
por la voz ruidosa
del rio que regala
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my eyes stumble
upon a white waterfall
that seems still from here
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sonido del rio
estufas ruidosas
¡a la montaña!
day four: campamiento los perros a campamiento paso (12 km)
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all trees bow and bend
toward glacier and its runoff
ecology reigns
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terrain rolls from mud
into large stones that crackle
under my wet boots
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rolling is the word
through vegetation patterns
up and down and up
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glacier glows soft blue
beckoning me upward further
crevaces swirling
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cycles surround me
my breath mixes with the sky
and feet place pebbles
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fuerza y grandeza
azul y blanco y gris
espiritu nace
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icy blue curves swirl
until they hit grey mountains
which plunge into sky
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muscles buzzing high
from dancing with living earth
now time to descend
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from sheer rock and ice
into lush green moist forest
down toward the glacier
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clouds fuse into ice
on mountain where water flows
to and from glaciers
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condor flies above
while I sing amazing grace
someone’s spirit soars
day five: campamiento paso a paine grande (21 km)
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morning on the brim
soft light beckons me further
suddenly, a lake!
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within the forest
air is swollen with cool life
filling my nostrils
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chunks of bright iceburg
scattered across lago grey
look like broken glass
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sweet smelling shrubs
lead my nose into wonder
a glacier breaks loud
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hot sunshine on skin
more blue sky than days before
charred trees and wildflowers
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my neck craned upward
clouds hover at jagged peaks
mountain’s wispy breath
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lago grey sparkles
in the same sun that heats my face
and melts the glaciers
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laguna calma
nuevo tono de azul
vida distinta
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the long day concludes
with green brown shrubby hillside
and two tired feet
day six: paine grande a refugio los
cuernos (14.5 km)
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el cielo respira
blanco y gris nubes
tierra morada y azul
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lone waterfall flows
directly from a glacier
to my sweaty soul
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thick grove of bare branches
charred black brown and grey
smooth and rough to touch
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static clouds hug cliffs
no hay movimiento
ni ruido
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sobrevivo por
mantequilla de maní
me deja andar
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sound of falling ice
comes from above mountain clouds
we sit and listen
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light and shadow dance
without motion or music
on calm turquoise lake
day seven: refugio los cuernos a hostería los torres (11 km)
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layer of thick cloud
envelops my cold body
with sweet blue drizzle
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moisture awakens
sweet and spicy fragrances
in the shrub woodland
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lluvia crea
el gran baile del mundo
junto el ciclo
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oigo caballos
corriendo, gritando
desde la carpa
day eight: hostería los torres a campamiento los torres (10 km)
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nos despertamos
a la mañana blanca
envueltos en calina
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sun shines brilliance
on wet glistening landscape
that feels like a dream
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wanderers of earth
mimicking river below
meander on dirt
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river is fed by
infinite waterfalls
that awaken me
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sun feels like a gift
from Patagonian sky
trickling through treetops
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mountain emerges
into bluest of blue sky
above the trekkers
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deep green is stirring
the forest glows different shades
that echo my moods
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torres del paine
el centro de los ciclos
muevan quietos
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surrounded by rock
geology enchants me
I am a cycle
day nine: campamiento torres a hostería los torres (10 km)
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bajo estrellas
subimos a los torres
para sentarnos
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el amanecer
llena mi cuerpo pequeño
con colores del sol
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backpack is ready
blisters on my worn out feete
down to the valley
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triumphant body
lies in grass under mountain
nine full days later
fuerza y grandeza
ReplyDeleteazul y blanco y gris
espiritu nace
Mi favorito!