Remembering the Old City
I am lost in this old city frozen in time where the shadows
Of miserable giants rise and fall on me with overwhelming misery I hear
Hearts breaking, the future escaping, conspiracies in the making
La Lucha! bass line rhythm of these streets
Narrowing streets that suffocate the disillusioned
People that come and go with hopeless bags and empty hopes on
“¡La revolución! ¡La revolución!”
Eyes washed off from once beautiful now disfigured faces by
The hypnotizing rain now struck by the sun’s reality and
Dried eyes can’t see our hearts filled with burning
Hot air that cannot lift us to see our decaying body no
No Red blood in these veins that claimed so much crumbling
Stone lions chase me down Industria Street in my
sleep I am drowning in these gray streets lost
In Old Havana still, frozen in time
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