Trujillo

Trujillo


I irrigated your soil with my flowing tears
I planted a small seed in your garden
Cultivate it to see it grow, to take root
And bear the fruits of my labor
The heart knows…it does know


You are called the city of eternal spring
It should be winter, yet the sun was blinding
I spent most of the day on the sand under an umbrella
Until the jade waves with white foam turned grey
This was mostly due to a languid dream


I dreamt I was very tiny and curled into a shell
Something like a scallop cushioned my face
The shell was adorned with gleaming sea pearls
While little sea horses swan with great care

This shell swayed softly, luring me placidly to sleep


Maybe this was subjective from the tortora horses
Rowed far into the sea, adjacent to surfers
The jade water spews frothy white foam
It looks delicious like Pilsen beer foam
I drink in the sights, fresh air, and sea mist


I´ve come to know much more about my ancestors
Way before I was a mere glint in my father´s eyes
The slow pace and graciousness of the people
It feels so right, like back in another time
The heart knows…it does know

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