Roads...
Washington Daniel Gorosito Pérez



There are roads draw in the mind,

but never trailed.

 

There are roads abruptly cut, by accidents

of the heart.

 

There are roads made free, by a generous

supreme been.

 

There are roads blocked permanently

by incommunication.

 

There are roads that bifurcate and drives us

to the same place.

 

There are roads of dead constructed

by the man.

 

There are roads to be draw, in the exile

Of words.