When a Tanguero Falls in Love

The Harbor

When I discovered the harbor of your heart,

It was after a long voyage from across the ocean,

I did not know I was even getting close to discovering you

Until I first spotted gulls that guided me

To the continent of your character.

I saw your smile, a waterfall on your coastline,

And the sound of its soothing power

Was the first time I heard your voice.

On I sailed and I saw the curves of your mountains,

The flowing rivers of your long hair.

Suddenly a breath-robbing view overtook me –

Your harbor, your heart.

I felt immediately safe there.

I could see your harbor had no hidden shoals,

No murky waters and unknown dangers.

Your harbor is clear.

I can see to the bottom.

I am hypnotized by the playfulness

Of the dolphins that play in the waters of your soul.

I see that they are your youthful spontaneity.

Your harbor lulls me with waves of hope.

Your harbor is my place of refuge,

A weary vagabond sailor on a ship,
Once a captain, but now alone, afloat,

With tattered sails and no crew.


When I discovered the harbor of you heart,

I watched in wonder, and then impulsively,

I dove into the waters of your soul,

And played with the dolphins.

I was not a Cortez who came to conquer a continent.

Your continent, waterfalls, terrain, rivers, clear waters –

And especially your harbor – conquered me.