Many times today,
I have had a fortuitous battle with myself,
Accepting that Cuba is where I should be,
Sitting on a beach,
Or the storied pathways of Havana's side streets,
My corazon at ease,
As with keystrokes or flicks of the wrist,
I continue to create,
With sounds of joy in the background,
Rather than the solace of my own misery,
The cancion of my own desires,
Filling up the void, that is just beyond,
Reach,
My amor for Cuba deep and faithful,
Hemingway and Che,
Propelling me to go on,
At paz with myself there I would be,
Wandering free,
Viva liberdad,
My Corazon!
Comandante SDM
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