I dreamt with greens that ended in sea
and seas with names that danced;
but what I saw,
were hills as jungle as they were ocean,
voices soft to the rhythm of hips
with a language that sails in the waves of the summer,
rainbows that greet each evening,
between sleeping volcanoes,
waiting between drizzles their moment of awakening
with the patience of a surfer,
they reign over the islands without wanting to claim the lead.
I dreamt with paradise and
I lived the reality of a people, eager to be their own.