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The apartment looks nice.

Those hightop snickers and handicraft shoes look pretty good. If you're thinking of buying me a souvenier I take that ankle snicker shoe with handicrafts on the side!  Except I take the blue one not pink!

As for your Mr. Clean look I can only think of 2 reasons, since you seem to have full set of hair and not worried about the bald spots.  1. perhaps you're trying to get the gang member look to look meancing and keep the criminals away, which you don't look menacing!  2. You're too lazy to wash your hair all the time and perhaps the sanitary conditions in your travels doesn't allow it.  So this way you can wash your head in any sink!

Anyway, the 100% shaven don't look good on you, perhaps shave it #3 or #4 so you have some hair sticking out, you'll look more like a gang member like this! 

Everything is sacred

Incredibly colorful craft works. And that hair cut;it's probably

the best hair cut you've had in the past few years.

I'm still waiting for some pictures of Macchu Picchu, from you.

Pablo Neruda has a rather extensive poem on that magnificent city"The Heights of Macchu Picchu". That poem has also been translated to Persian. Below is a short part of that long poem. Cheers

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Canto XII from "The Heights of Macchu Picchu"

Arise to birth with me, my brother.

Give me your hand out of the depths

sown by your sorrows.

You will not return from these stone fastnesses.

You will not emerge from subterranean time.

Your rasping voice will not come back,

nor your pierced eyes rise from their sockets.



Look at me from the depths of the earth,

tiller of fields, weaver, reticent shepherd,

groom of totemic guanacos,

mason high on your treacherous scaffolding,

iceman of Andean tears,

jeweler with crushed fingers,

farmer anxious among his seedlings,

potter wasted among his clays--

bring to the cup of this new life

your ancient buried sorrows.

Show me your blood and your furrow;

say to me: here I was scourged

because a gem was dull or because the earth

failed to give up in time its tithe of corn or stone.

Point out to me the rock on which you stumbled,

the wood they used to crucify your body.

Strike the old flints

to kindle ancient lamps, light up the whips

glued to your wounds throughout the centuries

and light the axes gleaming with your blood.



I come to speak for your dead mouths.



Throughout the earth

let dead lips congregate,

out of the depths spin this long night to me

as if I rode at anchor here with you.



And tell me everything, tell chain by chain,

and link by link, and step by step;

sharpen the knives you kept hidden away,

thrust them into my breast, into my hands,

like a torrent of sunbursts,

an Amazon of buried jaguars,

and leave me cry: hours, days and years,

blind ages, stellar centuries.



And give me silence, give me water, hope.



Give me the struggle, the iron, the volcanoes.



Let bodies cling like magnets to my body.



Come quickly to my veins and to my mouth.



Speak through my speech, and through my blood.

Wear a goati-beard as well!

Make it an awesome combination.

Wear a goatie-beard as well!

Beautiful photos

Thank you so much, what a treat JJ. Favourites are 3, 35, 36 - among my all time fave on IC:

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Did you tell No 60 about your previous exploits, time to repent!   :)  

JJ, you have no mercy on anyone!

First, those extra large women and now this poor Lama!

Thank you for the photos!

May lord Moses bless you in the Andes.

The Llama Looks Amused!

Thanks for the pictures.

Enjoy the great food and Pisco.