Translation of Pertenencia by Sophia Prada
The heart calls my attention–
I am dreaming, but not in a cloud.
The heart doesn’t need permission.
If you listen closely, it’s like drum music
Or, poems, lyrics to grasp your mind,
Songs that capture rhythm. And if you
only see clouds, you are made blind
Of reality. Besides, there is only music.
It is belonging, or perhaps
You and our music are the meaning
Of belonging. What’s more, my words
Are a part of my soul, and my music
Will live with yours.
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About Sofia Prada
As a writer, performer, and creative spirit, I want to move people and make them feel connected to stories that may also inspire them in their own lives. I have an expansive artistic vision that I hope to develop over time in various facets in the arts.
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Translation of Pertenencia by Sophia Prada The heart calls my attention– I am dreaming, but not in a cloud. The heart doesn’t need permission. If you listen closely, it’s like drum music Or, poems, lyrics to grasp your mind,