Su único sueño,
de esos que tenía de día,
con los ojos abiertos,
porque el insomnio no se los permitía de noche,
de esos que le dibujaban una sonrisa tonta,
y le animaban el día,
era un mar azul,
una casa blanca,
y el sol sobre su piel.
Su piel blanca y nórdica,
que posiblemente no recibiera el sol como ella quisiera.
Sus pies disfrutando del frío mar,
cambiando la lluvia, las botas y el paraguas.
Sus ojos entrecerrados,
por la luz.
Un sueño que le quitaba el sueño.
Un sueño con el paraíso.
Aunque de día,
con sus botas, su paraguas,
su multitud a su alrededor,
y sus edificios grises,
alentaba su sueño.
Her only dream,
one of those she used to have on day light,
with her eyes open,
because her insomnia would not let her have them on night,
one of those reams that draw a smile on her face,
and made her day,
was a blue sea,
a white house,
and the sun on her skin.
Her pale and nordic skin,
which would not receive the sun as she would like to.
Her feet enjoyin the cold sea,
changing from boots, rain and umbrella.
Her eyes, almost closed,
due to the light.
It was a dream that kept her awake.
A dream with paradise.
Even when day by day,
with her boots and umbrella,
with the crowd around her,
and her grey buildings,
she fed her dream.
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