Si Tu Me Miras (watching the sunset)

Setting unevenly beyond my silhouette

the evening of a thousand eyes

searching for the fire

moving like the spooky red horizon

caribbean on fire

burning everything

including my poetry

sitting in the middle

Che on one side Fidel to the left

Kerouac passed out in the sand

discovering the poet I use to be

hating old poetmen

cheering the triumph of the revolution

as the Cuban tide

comes up to our knees

vanishing into nowhere

listening to our intellect

discussing the narcotic haze of capitalism

the heavy weight of the embargo

how the neverdo Buddha

gets addicted to the white lines

and intellectual silliness

how the sea engines from Russia

disapear

where nobody refuses solemnity of slogans

mapped out in their furrowed tongues

and time burries you forever

above the sand

in your soul

where shadows gather beyond the curtains

beyond the opaque light falling

closing our eyes

arriving at the inner sunset

a timeless treasure

si tu me miras (watching the sunset)