Pensamientos en La Habana

Pensamientos en La Habana = Thoughts In Havana

Deep in the catacombs of my checkered past

in a house that was not my home

in a room that was my own

I began thinking in something quite vast

and that first time would not be my last.

I thought of this relentlessly,

consumingly.

I knew not what was reality.

This very much changed me,

if fact, I was changed completely.

I felt incapacitated,

almost dilapidated,

but somehow, also reincarnated.

You can ask me about it.

I’m not shy about the subject

but I won’t have an answer.

The truth is I don’t remember.