La Fantastica

Like a summer dress
in her best Sunday style,
Like a tropical woman,
in her best humor,
Her walls hide treasures,
not only the emeralds in half-opened eyes,
but the rhythms of the world
in her sidewalks, surrounded by murals
that sing the life of a neighborhood
that never gives up, always accompanied
of delicate bougainvillea in perennial bloom,
the windows envying them, already painted by wars;
but they don't battle here, they fight and they live,
like dancing the cumbia,
planting her ancient happiness.