6 Nov 2011
DRIVING TO SADNESS
Driving to sadness
Driving to the nowhere land
I miss your hand in my shoulder,
your smile lighting the night darker
and the way as you make it fun.
Driving to the sad end of my life
I cry for all the good times we live
crossing the years as one heart
that beats much stronger than the sun.
Driving to the city of loneliness
I write my last poem with wounded lips,
with the taste of your longed kisses
walking by the fields of my cheeks.
Driving to the avenue of a cold december
I feel that I will die under the moonlight,
that never and ever I could find
the best woman in love I can remember.
by José Luis García Herrera