Blake caresses in his dreams
strumming a harp of mist and wind,
trying to build his Jerusalem
in western land,
I look at the generous sun
Of the Near East,
my dusty sandals
and I see that Jerusalem
Belongs to everybody
And everybody Belongs to Her...
Blake, wake up
Take the sun with me,
let us knock at the door...


12/13/04.

Translation from an original in Spanish