Strolling your alleys
my mind wandering
the past and present are intertwined
feels like dejavu.
Enjoy the colors of your city
along the cobbled streets
accompanied by the sound of guantanamera
I feel the pulse of your city
and the colors of your life.
The hard life you face
unable to delete
your smile and your big laughter.
With a cigar in your mouth
you ride your horse gallantly
without fear
ready to face the world.
With your old cars
which looks luxurious and elegant
I explored every corner of your city
enjoy the eternal splendor of your past.
Accompanied by a glass of Daquiri and Mojito
I'm drowning in a hangover of memories
about the past, the present.
Slowly I heard a soft hum
besame mucho
convey love and a lot of kisses
for me and for you.
Cuba, November 2024
Teguh Widjaja