Vestida de nit [English translation]

I paint the notes of a habanera1

which is blue like water of an old sea,

white like foam, sweet like air,

gray like seagulls, gold by images

in evening gown.

I watch the scenery, I look for words

to fill the verses without unease.

Pines hug me, I hear how they are quiet,

the wind blows away the whole horizon.

If I could become scale

and hide at the beach

to hear sounds and evenings of the past,

of that world of nostalgia,

love and calm, scented with moon, fire and rum.

If I could climb the highest wave

and adorn the memory with palm trees,

sprinkling every cove with cinnamon

as well as making them a cradle with shells.

Old people, full of tenderness, talk to me

about hours lived with emotion,

when they were young, strong and brave,

princes of the net, heros of the storm,

friends of the good weather.

Eyes invent new stories,

vessels coming back from a sunny place

carry loving songs,

women and Country, sails and flowers.

If I could become scale

and hide at the beach

to hear sounds and evenings of the past,

of that world of nostalgia,

love and calm, scented with moon, fire and rum.

If I could climb the highest wave

and adorn the memory with palm trees,

sprinkling every cove with cinnamon

as well as making them a cradle with shells.

1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Contradanza

• Artist:Sílvia Pérez Cruz