He stood spellbound by Lake Titicaca. He did not listen to the tour guide, who had started speaking about the history of the neighbouring town, Pucara. He stared at the lake, wondering if it was more beautiful in sunrise or sunset. He felt the tranquil water calling out to him in a soft voice.
What is it that you whisper?
It grows urgent with the spell of night
and I am pulled deep inside
As it has in the past two days, his mind wandered to the girl he had met in Taquile island. He had met ethereal queens and dusky beauties, but had never seen her sensuality in any of them. She was a combination of the western beauty and eastern charm, something he had only heard of. He was also captivated by her down-to-earth attitude and polite manners. But, more than anything, the way she looked at him. Nobody had looked at him that way.
Did I interpret it right?
Was it longing? If yes,
Taquile is my home for life
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