CEMETERY OF HEARTS

Cemetery of hearts

You drop my feelings
On a garden of death.
Later, they grow up
Like shadowy sunflowers.
I take the wind of lonely fever
For get in the garden
The whispers who says:
“The resurrection is forever!”

I get up of the night of myself
Will be the lover for the woman
Who whish, secretly,
Discover my wings to make her fly.
No every woman can take this play.
Because, at the first, we have to see
The cemetery of hearts
Where the bodies enjoy with pain.

Come on over
And in the end
You will take my feelings
The whispers who says
“The resurrection is forever!”

Del libro THE TRAVELING MAN (2001)