Travel.

bird of passage, shooting viajera unknown
was only a dream, a whim, a sunset.
hard for a moment last a lifetime q

glory was not of paganism, it was not the charm of beauty and reece plastic.
Greece was not the Rome of Christianity.

ida is the glory of her charms, the last owner of your smile I still slow path of my losses, she escaped with a perfume on the breeze.

maybe we will never
maybe never vere unknown friendly wanderer
perhaps on the same boat loves shoving,
one side of it, I on the other side. two oars
whole life together and separated bogando lifetime.

Travel
Jose Santos Chocano