The rattlesnake cry of the keys drives you
without mercy from the kingdom of dreams.
It doesn't matter that you have chosen
better company, where you walk with her
beside the greenest sea, between the spray
and the softest caressing of her hands,
laughing or crying without knowing why,
loving each other so passionately,
wanting to hold the moment for ever.
It doesn't matter that you ride a wave
in the shadow of her feet on the sand,
or try so hard to keep her in your arms -
all of a sudden, the sea disappears,
taking away her scent and the brightness
of her eyes, the brightness of her laughter -
and you are drowning in the memory
of the moments when you were free again.
And now you find yourself alone again,
left with no choice but to retrace the road
painstakingly to the kingdom of dreams -
through dark omens and cruel misfortunes,
through growing fears and mounting resentments,
deep anxieties and harsh injustice.
And you will challenge the sharp harassment
carried in the bitter song of the keys
that remind you where you are in all this
with their rattlesnake warning. And you will,
because you know that the end is with her,
waiting for you always beside the sea,
and that you have to live the dream today
so that it will, yes, come true tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The plight of the Cuban Five.. or Miami Five as the US call them.. is both tragic and outrageous.. not showing the United States in a very good light. Tony has had a long correspondence with Gerardo, who is an intelligent, compassionate and lovely, and loving, man... deprived of his life, his wife, love and family through absolute injustice.