I feel Santa Ana dancing, the people I feel.

Those beautiful type of people, each one dancing in his beautiful place of happiness as it should be, with values and customs.

The another type of person is funny and creative dancing as smiles-what are they doing.

The people dancing with different delicious food of different countries.

The singing of the little birds in the morning and the flowers blooming.

The streets, the boy feels dancing and the streets against their feelings.

In the streets against the most beautiful people

At dusk the came to his feet and his eyes and on the way home he is thinking of his day.

Closed night of red clouds, when his firm steps come happily home with his family.

With his thoughts on the pillow he closes his eyes again and prepares for a new day.

His life of him tries to make every day that passes better and different for his future but it is only a routine.