The silence of the snow
It creates a touch of color
Soft whisper
Where does it go?
The path of life
To record.
Sometimes alone
Sometimes paired
Sometimes with select company
On narrow or wide streets
From time to time
And season after season.
In all kinds of places
Becomes a traveler
Explorer
And an observer.
Stairs going up
Coming down
Steep and spiral
Which lead
In crypts
With murals
Question marks.
And on monumental scales
Cliffs
With a mysterious aura
Which captivate the eye
To feel
The depths of the dome
Globally
For the new journey
At the change of season:
From here or from there?
In a sip of wine
Seeking an oracle
Before he treats
In step and look
Vital Elixir
Who kisses?
Vision and body
With a dip
In the depths of the dream.
And like a shadow
Get started
Bridges to cross
In length and width
Rivers
Ring on Earth.
And then at a fast pace
And a lamppost for a guide
To stand on the edge of the hill
And to see
In the morning
And in the loss of the star
Bays, expanses and mountain peaks
Breasts on fire
Roofs and bell towers.
Until he gets caught
At the edge of the sky
And to slip away
Gate open
To another era
With a colored carpet.
In ancestral places
And fathers' graves
To leave and receive a wish
For a good, lucky road,
Before Gate again
Slip and go.
He longs for the sea.
Now
To see
With a thousand veils of the sea
Magical society
Before like a shadow
He starts spinning again.
In the city's narrow streets.
And it holds
On the memory disk
For last frame images
With bird dancers
that defy death and gravity.
And immediately afterwards
Quietly as it came
Colored brushstroke
In the snow
The silence
That's how it will be lost.
