Ode to Miami.
I live into the Miami rooms,
the ones with the Art Deco windows,
the ones with the vertigo glass like wall.
I live under the Miami sky,
where your breath enters that of the ocean.
and in the air passes,
I live into the Miami gardens
where flowers without a season,
bloom the road of hope.
Can you hear the fallings of thoughts?
free to fall into another flower?
I live into the Miami ocean.
It’s like floating in one thousands sea,
each of one brings to my soul solace, peace and strenght.
I live into the Miami clouds,
the ones that make ascend my heart into the winds of silence,
The ones the create unexpected chain of mountains.
If I close my eyes,
I can touch the snow.
I live into the Miami rain,
it quenches my thirst and cleans the fears.
Yes, I live in this earth of renaissance.
Thank you Miami.