Habana

From La Palma, I soared through the skies
with the hope of reaching you.
I dreamed among the clouds of everything
in a blue I can't forget.
All the things came to my mind
that you told me, grandpa, about you,
being so close to all of that,
so many things to live for.
I suddenly felt wrapped up
in a new breeze and a smile.
I walked on the ground I loved so much,
and what I felt was so real.
It was your voice, your calm gaze,
your open sky welcoming me,
and a new scent of brown skin,
peaceful in time, sleeping lady.
Havana,
beautiful lady of the Caribbean.
Havana,
there's a wound between two seas.
No poet can see you and not surrender
to the beauty of your people and your streets.
Havana,
sleepy and in your slumber,
keep dreaming of the love that knows how
to give you a kiss that wakes you up and makes you feel alive,
leaving your gray dress behind and being able to fly.
Havana,
my Havana...