The old shaman looks
aloft his thoughts
like blades of grass colored rainbow.
His God is crying because the Shaman
beside him you find what has long been forgotten.
The old Shaman
He kisses your lips moist earth
who returns with smiles circular
that gesture of affection.
God rejoices in his love
so beautiful so big
although soon the lover of old Shaman
betray his trust.
The young shaman cries
for the death of her beloved father
hit by the bite of the viper
carrying a message with him:
give the old man a kiss Shaman sand
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