Popocatepetl

With ten cocoa beans, he could buy her, one day… But her feelings were so secret, and so temperate: He was indeed desperate waiting to find the way In the sacred forest, where they have a secret date: With ten cocoa beans, one could buy a woman, Obsessive thought, like close prisoner in a grave; Indeed, such a beauty could not be really human. One hundred cocoa beans was the price of a slave: When he was caught at the mountains pass, the volcanoes Were asking for sacrifice, especially the old Ixtaccíhuatl; Beyond the prickly pears, the gods stopped their long canoes: At Tenochtitlan, they would drink Xocoatl, after the battle. Popocatepetl had a necklace of one hundred cocoa beans, And a lot of slaves shattering the same forgotten dreams.