COMING INTO CUERNAVACA
Speeding down the autopista, you are lost inside the vista.Cuernavaca spreads below: a destiny you cannot know.
Busses rumble down the road, carrying their human load,
Stopping now to pay the toll into the city of your soul.
The bumpy flight from San Jose carried you from night to day.
This is nothing like Osaka: Coming into Cuernavaca!
Cherry bombs crack the night. Feral dogs snarl and bite
A human carcass in a ditch. No dogs here
to eat the rich.
Señoritas smoke and drink tequila from the kitchen sink.
The moon shines down upon
the dance where human souls seek romance.
The city of eternal spring brings to you what it will
bring.
This is nothing like Osaka: Coming into Cuernavaca!
Copyright 2004 NADJA MUSIC Reinaldo García
December 20, 2002 Cuernavaca, Morelos, Mexico
