Sitting in the pale winter sun
On a bench by the water
I close my eyes
Letting the light illuminate my skin
I imagine myself
On my beloved island
Where the mosquitoes never stop hovering on me
And the smells of life are equally as fondly
To caress me in a warmth otherwise unknown
While the calm breeze on the sea
Tickles my senses with the saltiness
That resemble the tears of my life
This sun of cold shine, walks with me
Until darkness returns once more
Under my feet up to the roots of my hair
And I dream again, of where I for long
Belong to be
