Tell me, you never dream of me?
Do you not dream of me
in the nights
when I fall asleep thinking of you,
when the last image
on the retina
is your face in the photo?
When my soul struggles
like a bird in a cage,
when I wake up all of a sudden
and I call you?
Tell me, tell me you dream of me
lure me,
throw over me "The Mayan wave",
mislead me, that sometime
I’ll have you
close to me.