On January 4, 2012
It’s a winter season
and something is missing.
Simple offset, I would say.
Cold winds are slowly raging,
Freezing diffused minds with reason
And turning air in sliver grey.
Send me a card when you get there.
That blue-violet place where I stand.
Kiss that fresh wind for me.
Insensate heavens misunderstand
This magical love affair
And the infatuation that you feel.
You rise your trust to the stars,
Option you have
Shoot your dreams up to the skies.
Now even ice runs up the hill,
Feelings you can't stop
And the hearth that can't be still.
