El Sitio de Mi Recreo

Where imagination took us
Where with eyes closed
Infinite fields are seen

Where the first light was created
The seed of blue sky sprouted
I will return to that place where I was born

Of sun, ear of wheat, and desire
Are his hands in my hair
Of snow, hurricane, and abysses
The place of my recreation

Wind that in its murmur seems to speak
Moves the world and gracefully you see it dance
And with it the stage of my home

Sea, silver tray, infernal sea
It's a natural temperament
It costs little or nothing to be one more

Of sun, ear of wheat, and desire
Are his hands in my hair
Of snow, hurricane, and abysses
The place of my recreation

Silence, breeze, and sanity
Give breath to my madness
There is snow, there is fire, there is desire
There where I recreate

Where imagination took us