The sun does not let me see with clarity,
And it is burning my skin,
I realized that I am at the beach,
The place that my mom was born and raised,
The place that I would be raised if that tragedy of 1997 had never had happened,
My favorite place in the whole earth,
Where worries do not exist,
Where happiness is always a priority,
Where people wear shores, sandals, and t-shirt,
I am floating in the middle of the sea,
I’m eating empanadas de queso con salsa de ajo,
I am in the same country where my family and my friends are,
I am in my bed waking up,
I am in the middle of the east coast, far away from home.
Not tropical at all; where the winter hits, where I do not even want to wake up,
And then I realized that it was a dream,
Once again, it was just a dream.
