El Sitio de Mi Recreo

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

Where the first light was created
(Next to) the seed of the blue sky
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 like a 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 are desires
There where I recreate