It looked as if the moon was moving, yet it was both bodies making love on their sides, without looking at one another, as they contemplated the swaying of the moon while their bellies were squeezing.

At the tip of the hill called Hiskatuso,
a small fire winks at the night,
while its black, red and yellow light escapes through the roof Till
it eats part of the sky's darkness,

sharing the warmth of the tola and exhaling the reflections of four walls throughout the patio, from that hill, from the square adobe house, from where one can appreciate the blue gaze of the Titicaca.

And while the bonfire burned, the love of two naked bodies also burned, sweating and copulating for hours atop a cow's hide spread on the yellow earth of the Altiplano. Nothing seemed to interrupt them, all seemed to be in harmony with them. The gian frogs  of the Lake croaked to the rhythm of their breathing, or they measured their breath to the batrachians' song, or, perhaps the frog croaked at the precise moment in which he pressured his abdomen the most, or when a bird made noise, she would fling a decate of small bites over his bronze, masculine body. It was a spiritual and sensual orchestration rolled in one, where the percussion was interpreted by those two hearts riding on the Hiskatusu hill.

Over there,
near very near Lake Titicaca

As usual, after arriving a climax, he leans on his back to look at the stars, while they "acullican" a bit of coca leaves. She takes advantage of the moment to question him, and starts asking the same things as she always does. He responds with the truth, she knows him well, both know each other very well, neither lie to each other, they do not cheat on each other. They are in love.

Her name is Maria de los Angeles Santivañez del Carpio, and she asks him smiling and pinching him playfully on his buttocks: Lets see, Sir Grand Yatiri Mutu Mutu, why don't you tell me again about the many experiences you lived before falling in love with me. And the Yatiri starts by saying that he had loved another women before her, that due to that love he had to escape his warm land. That he was to marry a beautiful 16-year-old indian girl; he was seventeen. Everything was agreed upon between the families, but the master of the land they lived on, claimed his "derecho de pernada" his right to have the girl before the wedding, and that his beloved had resisted valiently while her own parents and other relatives passively looked on and that due to her refusal and not allowing the rape, the master was even more incensed, and sought out the bridegroom in a rage, set on punishing him in front of the bride; when he found the young man, he took him to a flat part of the "hacienda" and had him tied with a braided leather rope by the left ankle, while the other end was tied to a well-secured large ring on a kolu stick. Thus the master began his circus calling on relatives and friends from other haciendas, for them to witness how he was going to kill the brute-indian by whipping him to death, so that the indian girl would be forewarned to remain a virgin for the master's pleasure; that on these lands the 'derecho de pernada' was respected, and that before they married, the indians must first give the woman to the master. Under these circumstances, the bridegroom, left ankle tied, started to gyrate in a circle, while the master, with a braided leather whip used to herd the cattle, tried to punish him, while the bride suffered and cried seeing her loved one dodge te blows, thanks to his ability of skirt around as if he were dancing, and though the whip reached im, he, in his elusive dance, left the necessary room for the braided leather to slide down those curves, and dance off his body. Since they were going to be married, for his good fortune the boy had hidden some ointment between his balls, having his father had told him to use it on the wedding night, but in those moments he was making good use of it to protect his ankle from the friction of the leather. It was also fortunate that he was 17 years old and the master, over fifty, so he could stand more than the master's arm could, thus the 'patron' could not kill him with his whip, yet if he fell in his circle... if he fell, the master would not let him get up until he was killed by the whip; until he would see roses bloom on the young man's flesh. But when the 'patron' could not whip any longer with his right arm, he started with the left; finally, not able to continue, red with rage and exhaustion and old age, y ordered the bridegroom released. There, in the presence of the bride he had the young man place his head on the tree trunk where the cook cut meat for dinner, then the 'patron' entered his house returning with a heavy old spade, with a handle made of silver from Potosi; the master was very proud, proclaiming to be the direct descendant of one Count or another, from some God forsaken town in Spain; lifting the spade with both hands, he let it fall on the bridegroom's neck, who was able to escape his captors, by swiftly retrieving his head. The spade only cut half of his index finger and half of the thumb on his left hand, prompting his escape. He had no reason to return, for his 'tawako', his bride, committed suicide by piercing her breast with cactus torns, and that the master, even as she lay dead, tried to rape her, but the attempt practically destroyed his 'piripicho', because the intelligent tawako, before dying had placed some thorns, in reverse, up her vagina.

And he walked 30 days, from his village tu Hiskatuso, crossing plains, swimming rivers and climbing from the depths of the Yungas to the top of the cordillera, and from there, passed through the high plateau called 'Altiplano' until he found that small, arid hill, but a hill which allowed him to look out for whom came and went, and that is why he established himself there, and named the little hill 'Hiskatusu' in honor of his 'tawako', because the only ugly thing she had were her short calves compared to her thighs and well-rounded buttocks. And after finding refuge there, when he had an straw and mud chujlla, all of a sudden his teacher showed up, the Yatichiri who had taught him everything he knew, and had told him that the real name of the hill - having explained the concept of 'apacheta' - was something like the knee of the Pachamama, that it was the place to come and sit on the knees of the Mother Earth, and perceive her love, her warmth, listen to her voice and learn for the well-being of chachas. This was the 'yatichiri' who had helped him build the big house which looked like a square cross. He was the 'yatachiri' who told him that one must not live on the 'apachetas' as a rule, but that it was better that he live there now, so that the priests could not build their churches, that the priest were desacrating all the apachetas, building houses and crosses which looked like swords, and thus forcing the indians to venerate bleeding images made out of stucco. This was the 'yatichiri' who taught him the wisdom of his ancestors. The one who said that from of that moment on, his house would be like a 'tambo', a resting place, where he would welcome the travellers and the 'amautas', he would give them shelter, food, and tranquility to venerate the 'Pachamama", achachilas and their ancestral traditions. This yatichiri was the one whom after only knowing him three days, read his destiny in the coca leaves, and when he referred to love, he looked him in the eyes with surprise and said: Do not betray us. Please, do not betray us. I say this to you, for just before you double your age, in your last days of being 'huayna' - a young man - you will know a white woman and love her with all your heart, maybe even more than you loved your 'tawako' who just died.

Now Maria de los Angeles looked at him tenderly and hugged him with strength. And he would tell her again and again how much he now loved her, Maria, even if he knew her only when she was 30, and that he feels as if he were 17, and that he has maintained himself pure until he met her, not having tasted any other woman in his life until he ate her; that he was very happy to have her at his side, even though for a moment, even if she would have to go back to the village at the shores of the Titicaca, that he loved to accompany her in her all-night walk until they reached the village that he agreed in leaving her enter the little town alone, in the darkness, since it was not advisable that anyone in the village find out of their love.

And she would embrace and pamper him, entangling her legs with his, while she tried to talk about her past, but he would not let her, and closed her mouth with his kisses. And that is when she remembered, and was transported to a very sad world, and it was impossible to think of other things, thus hurting young Mutu Mutu -the name of this young yatiri. The hurt was so intense, that his member would not erect.

The memories of this 30-year old woman's dismal past go back as far as her great-grandmother, who apparently was a very attractive woman, and perhaps in peacetime, could have had an excellent future; but Spain was ending its war with the Moors, and she was raped by an arab during an invasion of her land. The great-grandmother would remember that moment: 'it is incredible, I was about fifteen years old and he was the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life, but he was hurting me, he was attacking me, and I felt no pleasure while he entered my body." The fruit of that relationship was a beautiful child, a girl, but in her village and the neighboring ones people picked on her and constantly insulted her,so the great-grandmother had no recourse but to attach herself to a seaman and sail to the Indies, when her girl was more or less ten years of age. The seaman and new wife hid the child in a trunk, sailing for months and surviving barely on morsels, and suffering the smell of her own faeces. When they finally arrrived at destination six years later, the sailor abandoned them, but since there were few white women in those lands, the great-grandother was overwhelmed with matrimony proposals. She accepted what she considered the best offer, the best man, but she was terribly mistaken when, after seven years of marriage, she discovered that her husband was raping his step-daughter, her girl by now, 23. The great-grandmother found out the secret after interrogating the noticeably pregnant girl. She did nothing at that moment, but waited until the morning while she pondered the situation, concluding that her husband was a monster possessed by the devil, and that he did not know wuat he was doing; so very early at dawn, she went to his bed and had him kiss the crucifix which most all white folk kept at the head of their bed; only half-awake, he kissed it and barely was able to ask: 'why do you have me kiss the cross?' to which the great-grandmother answered: 'I want to know if you are a Spaniard, Moor or Christian. I thought that if you kissed the Cross, the devil from within would leave your body and burn into a thousand pieces. But I am mistaken once again'. And while she was saying this, she drove the cross into his chest.

Grandmother and great-grandmother had to flee from justice, for the murder of a Spaniard of rank and lineage, with the aggravating circumstance of 'an unknown pagan ritual' by using the Holy Cross for these purposes. they were on the run for two years, moving from one place to another. That is why the pregnant woman, the grandmother, practically gave birth on a mule's back. Another girl. Now they were three females, thought the great-grandmother. She would say that now misfortune would multiply by three. And they kept on fleeing until the new baby was a bit older than a year of age and by chance they met other people who were escaping a war which resulted from rivalry among conquistadores. 'What luck!' the grandmother exclaimed as they boarded a ship which would take them towards the cost of High Peru. The grandmother did not know that her mother was so ill that she would die during the voyage coughing and spewing up blood; her body was given to the sea, barely a few hours before they touched land - High Peru.

Grandmother was also showered with marriage proposals. However,she turned them down for the longest time, for the offers came from crude young men. In the Indies there were hardly any old men. She wanted to marry an old one, who would not harm her child. Finally she met the candidate who met her requiredments but who turned out to be a confirmed bachelor, so grandmother had a hard time lassoing him. He truly was a good and hard-working man, a man who the grandmother learned to love with infinite intensity, regardless the fact that he was almost 40 years her senior. After 25 years of married life, he could not get out of bed, not even to relieve his bladder, yet grandmother took care of him, cleaning and changing his clothes as if he were an infant, without repulsion, with love. Her daughter, Maria de los Angeles' mother - perhaps traumatized by past events-, opted for not falling in love; At thirty she had not let anyone touch her. The neighbors knew her as the old maid who would never have children. But fate knocked at her door one rainy day in February. A group of eight adventurers - Creole, British, Portuguese and Spanish, sought refuge under some nearby trees. No sooner did it stop raining, they felt the impulse to burglarize her house, killing the old man, the grandmother, the servants; six of them raped Maria de los Angeles' mother, and took whatever they could carry. Before they left, it rained again with more intensity, as if the heavens were angry. Before fainting, Maria's mother thought : 'at least they will get soaked and with some luck they will die of pneumonia'.

The child that was born does not look like any of the assailants: they were ugly, stocky, whose hair and eyes were bright and thin hair. The babe was born with white skin, thin bones and dark hair and black eyes.

Has In the shape of her body The beauty of the black women of Somalia But in the general appearance It looks like she was made in the sands of Arabia.

The mother took care of the house and the business of the old man, till the day when Maria reached her 17 years, when the mother was cleaning the windows of the balcony for the party, unfortunately she lost her balance and fractured various bones, and an internal hemorrhage that made her suffer for two days, that is the time when she made her will to the priest of the town with the stipulation that the priest and the church will take care of her health, and education for her daughter. Because of this, the young girl attended a nearby convent of nuns, where she learned theology, how to sew and embroidery, and pastrymaking. Likewise, she learned Arithmetic and some accounting. But every night during two years, she had to put up with the lascivious visits of the Priest, whom with a lot of pretext and in the name of God he tried her to trust him, so she would not lock the windows with wooden boards and put tables against the door. Apparently the Priest could not resist the desire to see her and one day after the Priest took a bath and before breakfast he got inside the room and found her half naked, covered with a big rug that looks like a towel, which he torn apart while he said her not to be afraid, and God will take care of us, this is for you good; the men without a rope are perverse and outlawed by God, they are not like us and while he talked he was trembling and was sweating mesmerized by her body so pretty and young and he was approaching to the bed and she was backing up and was remembering the tales of her Grandmother and her Mother. She jumped and reached for big Potosi silvers crucifix and hit him on the face, he fainted and there was some blood from the eyes and ears. She took advantage to pack and take things of value like her Mothers jewelry, the rings of the Stepfather and the crucifix that saved her from the Priests penis. She told the servants what happened and the prettiest said that happened to her as she was helping her to mount the horse to leave in an unknown destination.

After three days, she arrives to lake Titicaca, maybe it was the immensity of the blue lake talking to heaven, that made her relax and went around the lake till she found a town where only indians live there, and she stayed there for the rest of her life.

So she will not remember her past Mutu Mutu would not allow talking about it. That is why she would not her open her mouth kissing her over and over. And because of so much tenderness that thing in the middle got hard, while she enjoyed touching and rubbing her genitals and once in awhile she held his member with force and held it tight. Then they stared at each other and seem to say one more time? And she answers herself no, better not. We must return to the town, but her answer was incoherent, but her legs were interweaved with his, squeezed against his, and her central eye searched that magic stick that made her feel wonders, till she could not resist anymore.

And with help of her white hand, It took that copper from the handle And smartly And softly She put in the little door, So later he put pressure little by little until he penetrated her Searching for the bottom of things, Finding the sense to life Loosing the embarrassments And gaining duration to the orgasms.

After finishing the sexual act, he looked less copper and more pinky, she was less white and more redish, both cleaned themselves their intimate parts, their arm pits, the neck and the ears using rain water stored in big containers, which laid on the four corners of the patio (backyard). She has her own tutuma (native container) for such occasions. Afterwards almost without drying they dressed in a hurry so over their clothes they will put costumes of priests and descend the hill till they got to the Titicaca burning incense and laughing about their mischievous behavior. It was almost 3 and a half years of romance and nobody discovered them because of the costumes, if somebody saw them they run scared they thought they were Ghosts or Kari-Karis.

Afterwards she returned to her work as a home lady almost saint, and him to his job of a wise Yatiri.

In the Ayllu (town) where Maria lived, there was a lot of activity from sunrise. After all the white people started to approach and live with them. When Maria arrives there were not whites, and now there is plaza (square) and a Church. And started the abuse of the land, but Maria taught the Indians to put fences on their land with fences of Totora (weeds from the lake Titicaca) the totora was intertwined with straw like it was a big wicker basket. At the beginning they wanted to fence all their land, but they were too large, and they did only what they could. Maria also thought them sewing, embroidery and pastrymaking. But comparing the white people the natives were the one that really learned maybe come to think about it, was not good, because they made themselves famous for the sewing, embroidery and a little for the pastry. That brought the whites and along with it a bunch of sicknesses that good Maria took care of sick people in an open field sponsored by the Church, she took care both of natives and foreigners, but when the sickness was serious the visitors were sent to the nearest city, while the Indians were taken care by the Yatiry (warlock) Mutt Mutu. The almost saint as she was called in town had learned to cover her face like the Arabs, she walked almost like a hunchback as she didn’t want to be recognized her beautiful hair was always covered by a veil that sometimes was blue and a large tunic and that was the way she dressed which was covered by a corset that hides her small waist. Nevertheless, if someone observes carefully could guess how her buttocks raised her tunic as she walked. That she did not knew until it was Mutu Mutu that told her while he was biting those protuberances. That observation had her worried her very much, since at 30 she looked beautiful and she knew how dangerous was that quality in this viceroyalty.

The first time she realized she was that pretty without any competition was when an Indian boy told her that every time she raised her head it was like everything was illuminated, it was as the Inti (Sun) and the Pachamama (goddess of the earth) were in her eyes. Thai is why she walked with her head staring down. She was afraid of the instincts. That is why she loved Mutu-Mutu ( he was the only one he liberated her from this fear). Together with him she will raise her head and stare to things of nature. Next to him She is the one who loosens up to her instincts She is the one that desires That the instincts of him leave and explode In small white flowers over her body.

Maria y Mutu mutu loved each other. Both of them reached 30 as virgins, the both understand that to make love is to harmonize with nature. Both were waiting this moment and she expressed more or less like this: I am the first after three generations, the first that knows sex with love. Thank you for your absence of questions and you fill me with love, thanks to you Matu Mutu.

And the days pass very fast, until a sick person arrives, he is an indigenous and they have to take him to the hill of Hiskatuso to the Yatiri. He was taken by some members also Maria came along and the Yatiri receives them with food and chew coca leaves while they pray to the Pachamama (Goddess of the land) for the health of the patient. Yatiri says good bye to the peasants given them water for the return trip; Maria stayed to take care of the sick person.

Yatiri does what he knows best with no hurry and no mistakes; and he says Miss Maria, we have to wait some time and if he responds I will continue applying this concoction and herbs. If not I do not know. We will wait just before dawn and the Yatiri leaves to the patio to fire a bonfire while the sick person sleeps, while she follows him taken out her veils and her clothes.

This time the Yatiri Mutu Mutu has put over the ground some beautiful ajsus (colorful clothes) red in color and with human figures and odd animals. Also, next to the bonfire he put a ceramic pot full of ointment that his Father thought him in the warm land, that is why he puts next to the fire so it will dilute and accomplish the warm color of the skin. He hanged on all four walls of the patio, some containers full of liquor and brew. He left the doors and windows open to access the sick person and gives Maria a signal of silence while he too undresses. Then he asks her with signals to chose one of the hanged pots he takes the one she chose and maker her to taste and she likes it and puts all over his erect member and vigorous like the huiru. He allows her, he lies down and relax but not for long she starts to lick the ointment, when there is no more sweet she turns around and kisses him on the mouth. They kiss each other and embrace for a long time, turning around over the ajsu both getting close to the fire and moving further. Then he leaves her on her back; he rises and takes another pot he makes her try it, which she approves and this time he drinks it, a little. She opens her legs And he submerges In this night of curled hair.

He injects the liquid in the mouth, and then takes away with kisses and the tongue, she drinks another portion and does all over again till it is empty. By that time she is drunker than he is, but of pleasure she wants to scream, but she cannot, she cannot the sick man is still there and the must be attentive for his improvement, they have to cure him. Then he goes over her while his muscles shine as just polished the copper of his muscles. And Mutu a stocky, tall high cheekbones and his stare is like color of honey as it will melt the Anden ranges. But her eyes are bigger, by then she had copied the night full of stars and looks at him like begging and saying: Come on, do not hesitate the door is open and the house waits for a guest. He understands the message and reaching for the warm ointment gets some and spreads around his member, especially on the little head.

And suddenly the visitor approaches, It goes in And expands in that house of flesh.

And vibrate and vibrate, and the winds do not get tired of blowing and the continue blowing, finally she reaches orgasm, and before the small quietness she wants, he pulls out and put again more ointment and visits her again, but this time is not that long, and while she had the orgasm she almost screams. Again he pulls out, but this time he puts his right arm under her neck, while the mutilated fingers the index and thumb of the left hand softness with the ointment; he before she met Maria never realized that without the nails he could masturbate rhythmically from the front and the rear. And started to do while he kissed her on her ears, her neck, the breasts till he felt like having his own orgasm, and turned her over and she got ready offering her nice buttocks (like "perchico" peach) so he could not make her pregnant, she stopped him holding his penis like a serpent, she turned over and opened her legs flirting. The Yatiri was confused, in complete silence he tried to explain he wanted to ejaculate. Then she let her go that shaft of color of bronze, and gently and touching his face she said with pride:

"I feel this is the moment to scream our love. That is enough of whispering and dressing as priests. I do not know if you want, but I have decided. Today I have enough strength to love you. I want you to finish inside in the front, I want to record the moment, I want a child, that looks like me and you, that looks like both of us…"

Huáscar Vega