Bahía

Like the sun in the bay
When the sea drinks in its fire
And the night its joy
Like a home, like a guide
Like a lighthouse at the ports
Like the midday light
Like the air by the docks
With the thread of the reeds
And the smell of salt and fish
Like flour, like bread
Something good you don’t ask for
And it’s given
Clear sky, blue sky
Like everything
When you’re here
Like the day that breaks
With the light making its way
Through the streets and the people
A warm thing that moves
By the moon on my lips
Water and moss from the fountain
Like flowers on the balconies
Like ferns in the courtyards
Awakening of the songs
Like flour, like bread
Something good you don’t ask for
And it’s given
Clear sky, blue sky
Like everything
When you’re here