Paraíso Ahora

Your head is full of white bicycles,
your heart a runaway and dark train.
Through your veins gallop alarmed horses.
You love the sun and risk, fire and the future.

There are islands in time where you would like to live
and towns where common tasks are.
In school, you learn to fly kites
and to live, which is the same, mine as yours.

And you go out to the street and the city denies you,
and two plus two is four and tomorrow it will be cold
and there is a chimney under your bed
and someone dictating rules inside your pocket.

And on the wall you write your grenade of dreams,
your burst of new horizons dawns.
And your imagination against the gray habit
asks for life is ours, paradise now.