Alicia en La Habana

Lost Alicia, far from home,
Backpack and feet in a strange land,
Made a salt dragonfly
Wanted to understand and took to the sky
Over the dead neighborhoods
Of the early morning.

How much can you love a song?
How much abandonment fits in a night?
Crossed the mirror, walked
Crying down the ramp and the pier,
Losing her way between her two loves.

And she found
The dawn with her slow steps,
A city waking up
In every puddle,
And tied up broken laces
From another time.
Looked
Her voice open in her hands,
Found her skin where she had left it
And started again, step by step.

Where is the heart buried?
For whom do the bells toll?
How do you forget that pain,
The last photo, that plane,
And so much history sunk
In the words?

Alicia dreamed awake once more,
Threw her years of silence into the sea,
-What a sad thing the truth is!-
Dreamed because she wanted to dream
And made herself a telescope
With the wind.

And she found
The dawn with her slow steps,
A city waking up
In every puddle,
And tied up broken laces
From another time.
Looked
Her own voice in her hands,
Found her skin where she had left it
And started again, step by step.