You remind me of the meadow of the dreamers
The wall that separates us from the sea, if it is at night
You remind me sitting, certain feelings
What is never known to bring on the wings
Whether alive or dead, whether alive or dead
I take my face off and fold it over my pants
If I do not have to say your name, if someone else hides
I do not want expression
Usually my eyes have printed their dreams, smiling
You remind me of the streets of Old Havana
The Cathedral submerged in its tile bath
You remind me of things, I do not know, the windows
Where the night singers sang
Love to Havana, love to Havana
This is not an elegy, nor is it a romance, nor a verse
More like a thanksgiving
For giving my cravings reason for a kiss
A modest crown found in the aurora
You remind me of a teenager's world
A scared seminino, looking at people
An angel questioned, a dream lying down
The curse, the blasphemy of a continent
And a little death, and a little death
Only among all we can make this a better place :)