A Terra Cotta Hiding Place

Here is your chance

Cartagena or Quito
LaPaz, Cuzco, Ushuaia

Brazil or Costa Rica or Panama

It doesn’t matter

You’ll get chiles and sunsets and surf

And terra cotta hiding places

and an escape

Out of your stupid kitchen

and heartache and sadness and noise

Put your fingers in your ears

Open your eyes and be who you are

Strawberry gringa

Dreamer, comic, artist
Woman 

It's four times ten

chasing you back from infinity

So run

From the traffic in your head

From the toll of existence

Don’t you feel it?

Distant thunder and green-lit skies

electric air

They’re your storms and they’re chasing you down

And you’re just wishing them back

Escapa, mi hermana

Run through the sand

Beautiful in the afternoon sun

Your hair and your freckles

Streaming in the wind

Play cat gut guitar

y canta de la vida dulce

Feel it now
the breeze on your cheek
the sun on your shoulders
the soul in yourself

Drink some tequila and be free

hold someone's hand y sabe el amor

dream in a new language
and listen to la gente 

dice tu nombre 

Because there
in your land of escape
you’re the you I know
The you you know

el verdadero tú

But if you can’t escape yet
I can close my eyes and see you there

Y para alla, mi hermana, te amo