No ch'aki are alike. This morning I woke up with a whimsical ch'aki , when I grab these ch'aki, wake up with cravings for the strangest and most varied (exotic, like say the ce), from chocolate to cake choripan, the rarest and hard to find so far was the rice pudding. There is also great joy ch'aki , this is one of the most enjoyable, I wake up in the clouds, inexplicably happy, and stay all day with that stupid smile of people in love. The ch'aki down , that gives me a total lethargy, I paused, not react to anything, his mind blank. With the voracious ch'aki , could eat everything put in front of me, regardless of quality or origin. The painful ch'aki , that if I fuck a lot, I can hardly move, feel pain in every muscle in my body, it seems that last night instead of going to a bowling alley, had been in a marathon aerobics. Another one that amuses me is the hard-ch'aki striped X awake with a song in your head and listen all day, until the whole building memoria.Y the separation of the uncommon, the ch'aki of contrition , that in which I never tire of repeating "never again to take this" or "never mix drinks" or "I'll never dry as often."
Well I'll go bowling and I get to see ch'aki morning.
The phrase "the ch'aki is a state of grace" * I just found in a dictionary of Quechua that ch'aki is dry, thirsty ; but I use it here
as a synonym for a hangover. 
