Where light has lain with the floating leaves
            These spirited ones sit in bundles of air….


Winds scented of the saliva of spirits…
For those resisting …

In the streets of la Paz…

   Deep mystery and strength in the
Veins of the Aymara….

                Warrior fires flickering in 
the mountains….

For Evo MoralesĀ 
Aymara leader

Aymara language

The first time I saw sunny

The first time I saw sunny

She was dancing in a Tijuana bar

To procol harums another shade of pale

The borders we crossed

Along the Mexican peninsula

Across the illegal plains

Saved me from my floundering self

Her beautiful smile as she danced ankle deep in the luminous

Ocean night….

Smuggling books into East Germany

Under the Berlin Wall

Later in a ghost filled room I made a prayer

For the lost….

And they went home

And the wall fell down….