Salem´s Road

by Luis Ullán
(Salamanca, Spain)

I am walking on that lonely, snowy road,
with dead trees covered by frozen bones.
The light between the branches
clears the path from shadows,
and all the lonely clouds
seem to dream of tomorrow.

The air I breathe now it´s your steam,
this place is cold, and you´re my queen.
everything is so quiet down here
that I´m scared by my heartbeats.

And she knows the answer is inside me:
I came from the cold Salem´s road,
where every feeling is threatened
where my heart wouldn't last.
There will always be my present
dreaming of a better past.

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