breeze

There is a fresh breeze that arrives from far away.

By the time it gets here,

it tells me Oi, hola and hello.

Some times it gets at noon

Some times it gets in the evening

Some other times it gets at night

It comes from the South East

Travels during Winter

and gets here during Summer

It starts near on ocean and near the ocean ends

It goes through the jungles,

flies with the tropical birds through the forest

and catches coffee aroma

The breeze picks mixed particles of both,

the Atlantic and the Pacific

and continue its path…

Continues through jungles,

continues through valleys

shakes the hand of my old country

goes through the mountains and deserts

until reaching me

catching the flavor of grapes

but it still smells like salt

tastes like your lips

brings samba music to my home

touches my cheeks

fills my eyes

makes me laugh

makes me dream

and whispers your name

to my ears