THAT DREAM

That dream that comes to me,
Recalling my land, where I grew up,
In the bushes where I played,
If a man, a man,
That only became man in the bravery,
In difficult times and hardships,
Where only love of my parents,
It was the sweet life.
That sweet to know as such,
Only in the memory and nostalgia,
That dream that comes to me,
Where I felt the dagger of love,
When I was young with neighboring field,
When she held my lust,
In dreams of youth and hope,
That dream that comes to me,
With the love of the years and the memories.

JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA