Annabel Cruz (Havana, Cuba)

She smiles at the mirror, eyes blue as the sky
Dreaming of Paris and faraway places
Of people she’ll meet, their stories, their faces
Wishing that time would quickly go by

She’s ready to soar, she’s ready to fly
Packed all her hopes in matching suitcases
She smiles at the mirror, eyes blue as the sky
Dreaming of Paris and faraway places

She wants to go far, she wants to fly high
Trying to catch those dreams that she chases
No time to tie her childhood shoelaces
Dancing, spinning, she turns with a sigh
She smiles at the mirror, eyes blue as the sky