Angelica Mora
Last night I dreamed of Cuba,
happens to me sometimes, "
and the illusion of my mind
'm all over the island.
people recognize that I have never seen
and talk and visit, and with them
exist.
be my strong desire that plasma
in my subconscious and made me go that way
what my heart feels
long.
I see places that seem so real
I say
"This is not a dream, I'm really
Cuba !..."
have to spend several moments
and only then begin the grief
disenchantment.
... allow it to infiltrate slowly into the dream
and begins to suggest
me that I'm so glad:
Because I'll wake
and everything has been a dream.
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