Las arenas del tiempo,
nublan mi mirada.
Como gasas flotando.
Cual niebla dorada.
Parado bajo el sol,
Deritiendome en el mar.
Uniendo me a su cuerpo,
Para poder navegar.
Gota a gota,
Convirtiendome…en Mi.
Fundiendo mis pensamientos,
Translation
The sands of time,
Cloud my sight.
Like gauze’s floating,
In a golden night.
Standing under the sun,
Melting into the sea.
Becoming a single body,
Sailing… to be free.
Drop by drop,
Collectively…
Fusing my thoughts,
Becoming me.
Gabriel Ocasio-Davila
June 2001
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