Where the imagination took us
Where with our eyes closed
Infinite fields can be seen
Where the first light was created
The seed of the blue sky germinated
I will return to that place where I was born
Of sun, wheat and desire
They are his hands in my hair
Of snow, hurricane and abysses
The place of my recreation
Wind that in its murmur seems to speak
It moves the world and with grace you see it dance
And with it the stage of my home
Silver platter sea, infernal sea
It is a natural temperament
It costs little or nothing to be one more
Of sun, grain and desire
They are his hands in me hair
Of hurricane snow and abysses
The place of my recreation
Silence, breeze and sanity
They give breath to my madness
There is snow, there is fire, There are desires
There where I relax
Where the imagination took us
I will return to that place where I was born