Oh Mama!
I been craving so badly your hugs.
I am seeing the moon, wondering if
you are looking from the dawn.
I am having my cuppa
thinking, if your are taking your guarapo.
Oh Mama!
There is another long night
I am going to try
to shutdown my eyes;
hoping I goes to reach you
on the dreamland.
At there, I’ll not need a passport or either visa,
you will not need money.
There will not have international borders
no bureaucracy, no corrupt army
just you and me
sitting under the mango tree
or maybe the guava or avocado
drinking negritos guayoyos,
listening to your yarns about our mob
– our yarns about our roots.
That’s it!
Mama
I am going to lay down my head under the pillow
hoping
I will be there with you
once again
on the dreamland.
Oh Mama!
There’s another long night without you.
