Being in love with places I’ve never been to,
with languages I barely understand,
with dances I’ve never really danced.
With people that may not even exist.
Tears run down my cheeks when I listen to songs about the land.
My heart keeps beating faster and faster as I think about the kind of love, I didn’t have.
My body can’t stop moving on its own rhythm,
I can’t stop singing all they say in the songs of freedom.
I might be crazy, to believe
that this is not only a dream.
I might be crazy if I try,
to be a part of my imaginary life.