THE ROAD


I walked... into the darkest side of the road,
holding my breath
sweeping dead dreams.
The road... is an empty bowl full
of shadows.

I have forgotten the unforgettable, detestable silence.
Farewell... patiently wait my friend,
gray mornings
drop ice
and blood,
and tears.

I know now... what loneliness means...
lousy life,
isn't it?.