I prepared chocolate, I swallowed José Martí,
I could see that some sleep while others do not rest even in his grave,
nor in his grave.
I learned that each one has a war in his brush,
that the good thing is that the bad disorients and tests your lucidity,
and that's fine
You will have to put love in every step wherever you are,
I will have to look better in the places where I looked.
If it is the time of a few without a sunny ray,
if it is the world of a few stunned masses, organized plan,
Cruel plan.
Meanwhile, I shout light from the couch,
and stirring among my sorrows I found you swallowing sand by the sea,
good postcard
Spring, if you knew how much I miss your good sense,
It must be that in this winter everything is going backwards.
It's a long wait and I almost become paper,
for being the first you will remain intact.
I prepared chocolate, I swallowed José Martí,
I made a picture with your beaches, I hung it up and I started to laugh, like that.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)