Salsa I hear it played and my hands play the congas....

Salsa and my mind flows away and I feel high to the world..

Lost and my hands dance on the surface of these drums...

Taking away the pain or just making it too real for me.

He is on my mind constantly ...

Why? I do not know..

I never in my whole entire life have felt like this before..

This feeling that is out of control is making me die little by little...

This feeling that cannot be disperse through my paintings or the congas that I play.

He does not know that you can tell if you look closely that I am dying for his love and seeking to forget.

My friends and family can tell ..maybe he does not want his family to notice too.

Salsa blasting in my ears blocking the sounds of reality and back in my world in Puerto Rico I dream I am a little girl fishing in the sea.

Salsa congas playing with my hands trying to erase this pain and I dream I am in the river and the fish tickling at my feet.

Salsa in my blood and I feel I am looking at the moon over The beach where I can see its reflection in the water crying out to me.

Salsa and the words tell a story of love and passion reminding me of us.