WHO WILL BE THAT WOMAN

Who is that woman to kiss me,
When I leave this life and,
Where I've suffered and I've died so many times,
Where is the recall only lived,
Where love was short-lived,
And there were only dreams,
Who is this woman that I cry,
And who loves me beyond this life,
Where only remaining roots of my step,
In the distant sea of memories,
I just carries such nostalgia of this life,
And stay my seeds,
To sprout buds of love,
And scatter all over the universe,
With memories and anecdotes,
In a life lived in the silence,
From men.


JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA