My world will never be the same again.
For me you’re like a dream, I wish so much come true.
Cities, countries, seasons, people, love or pain:
That everything is faded in compare to you.
In my head I hear the noise of cars, and then
The wind makes hair flying playfully.
I’m catching an attractive glance of men,
That strolling through the seafront leisurely.
One more day will start with a sunrise,
Strong waves will hit the Malecon…
I feel it, when I close my eyes,
That I am in Cuba, I am home.
And there’re no more between us an abyss,
My heart will dance in latin rhythm, I see
How greeting us like Cuban kiss
A flaming dawn in the Caribbean sea.
Cuban
© Copyright: Кочетова Дарья, 2019
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