Dreams in the boat

Sailor looking at the horizon in front
Thoughts that surf freely like those traveling waves
Dreams for the future, sailing aft in the present
Carrying hope and innocence as their best passengers.

Child who works since the cold dawn
A life of work that he has not decided to choose
Without returning home, until the task is finished
A childhood that has not enjoyed, because it has grown.

With that salty breeze the pelicans keep him company
And in his wooden boat that breaks the tide
Playing with other children has not been his journey
Because sailing the seas has always been your task.

Bare feet that no longer feel that hot sand
Hair and skin toasted by the burning sun and its rays
With the illusion of being happier and stronger
Fantasy that is nourished by finding the light of the headlights.

Dreams that go from port to starboard, mounted on the boat
Because he knows that hard work will bring him forward
In a country where our infants have no other left
Well, in life they just want to be great.