Malecón

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Malecón en La Habana, Cuba. Author’s Photo. 2025.

In this city
when I lay by the sea,
all stops to be
but the waves and me.

Here, on Malecón
busy with its bikes and taxis
I lay overlooking the sea;
the noise has gone,
leaving the blue and me free.

The clouds peek
into the room el mar y me sleep
they wonder: how can a love be so still
so close to those streets.

I need not know how
porque, the mist feels too sweet
to spoil with words
the water has yet to clean.

Entonces,
here I will be,
laying by the sea,
waiting
for you to meet me.

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