The child of water and salt

I walked with my little feet stony streets.

Life was a constant struggle for survival with dignity

I grew up playing eat later and light me up with the moon.

I lived apart from the world and for not miss him I imagine one

I dreamed in the balconies where the air was absent

I Would one day be free and could see other skies with different clouds

I wanted to travel and see beyond, meet other colors and flavors

Sea crossing bars that imprison my childhood.

Then I got on a raft, and full of dreams, I went to sea

At night I went furtively embraced at hope of flying

They were only ninety miles which had to cross

And I went off into the darkness dreaming of a better awakening.

The warm and humid night was broken off in incandescent rays

and with the passing of the hours he began to climb the sun

The sea became a huge dream blue dance hall

My raft danced to a subdued pace during that first day ... hardly dared.

For the second dawned punished by trade winds

While a furious rain foiled clean sticks and ropes

He had to survive by becoming one with the lumbers ramshackle

And I finished browsing, tied my skinny little body to the wood.

The water ruthless punished for each flank and I wobbled exhausted

the mooring were released and my hands went numb by cold and horror

Then I looked to the depth where my friends were waiting for me.

I saw them dance, laughing, running, and pilgrimage in an ocean without limits.

Then I let go slowly and I went with them at playing

I became waves and foam, songs and homesickness

I turned blue as the ocean dwelling in a world without borders

I'm not Cuban, or immigrant, I am not rafter, nor am I wandering

I am a child of salt and water, of waves, ridges and breakers

Who roams a world that not could protect him