LA CASA AZUL

 

Always dreamed of a home,

White walls with blue shutters.

A garden; huge and moisty,

Flooded with all terrene flowers.

And there must be a sunroom.

In it, the old little radio will sing

Of the prime Soviets nonstop.

A glass eagle stands proud atop.

Father, locked in his secret Alexandria,

While the mother, rocking in a chair,

Will be holding newborn Senna.

Shiny tiny sun, a copy of Ma’.