It was a bittersweet reunion:
sour rain first,
mist of uncertainty
then, and eventually sailor sun.
Special mission: pains
and forts of mint,
and little colorful houses,
and steep roads
and bays and markets,
and Muir Woods, Sausalito,
and vintage trolleys,
Shanghai in a little corner,
and waving hills
and the Pacific floating,
and behind the gold entrance,
the red bridge hanging.
Special Mission: we cross
that immense way.
We walk, we walk,
The bay awaits us!
As colonists we trail
the steps of Portolá
across the bay of the Saint.
For gold fever we get!
And the foundations, trembled,
of the populated city,
which caused a fire
and debris left behind.
But like the phoenix, the saint
from his ashes arose
and “of Love“ the summer
left there his heart.