Fort ging ich, doch es bleibt die Erinnerung in mir.

Memories of the eden we made up, either in the highlands of Tintaya, at night in the wilderness of Yauri, or rolling down and siding Langui lake, and even there where I was born, right up next to the Vilcanota and sometimes watching the Ausangate from afar even though you had no idea at the time cuz it was my soul, my strength and my ability to give you love that mattered, the kisses that I invented just for you, then you knew it. It's all gone, now. Ich vermisse dich and I am fucking sure as Hades there is not that you live with me every single day in such "Erinnerung" and even shed a tiny tear once in a while; we might already have waqasqa waqasqa at the same time although miles and miles away from each other BUT NOT IN THE "ERINNERUNG". I LOVE YOU!