Luchas

Tears of yesterday
fall into the footprints of the present,
the dirt creasing and smudging
the crisp impressions of new life.
What is this grudge against learning,
against embracing the vibrant,
the living mezcla of tuturutu,
aji, and el pie de Misti?
Stuck in the mold
of dreams known before,
Luchas for new inspiration,
new love, nueva hogar.