Imagining Flor D’Luna,
“Oye, estoy enamorado de la vida!
Estoy enamorado de mi alma!” I say.
Imagining moon’s flower,
“Listen, I am in love with life!
I am in love with my soul!” I say
As I listen to Santana’s sweet melodía.
Am just silently loving and absorbing
The beauty that is flowing into my ears,
The beauty of life, and of art herself.
My soul is born to dance, but it remains
Trapped inside my rhythmless body!
Oh Lord, what’s to become of me?