After all, we do understand

The sun,

rises behind the mountain

and over the waves it sets down

in-between the hours

it plays, observes and it listens

The sea,

unmeasurably vast as thoughts

holds millions of life in colours

fresh in dawn, hot in day

warn and shy when the sun hides away

Village of “Memories”

randomly scattered pebbles

parasols made with rough palm trees

sky high coconut giants

and the cuban woman not far away

paint their silhouettes

on the white sand bay

She is all famous on the beach

earthly dark as a statue of bonze

missing a few teeth when smiling

she offers to do me braids

we laugh and laugh

saying “no espñol”, “no inglès”

but we look into each other’s eyes

we see the sky, the mountain

and the sun

we hear the music of shuuu…shushu…

of the sea waves

and after all, we do understand

Oct.9th, 2015

At Jibacoa Memories Resort , Cuba