This winter we’ll stay locked inside the house
Following from the window how the snow turns into mud

We’ll feed ourselves with the elixir of the untruthful truths that ensure our survival
We’ll be astonished by how many mechanical gestures possess our bodies and souls
By how many beings without name abide inside us
Undermining our right to happiness

From time to time we’ll touch each other through the darkness
We’ll cling on each other to not get frozen
We’ll lie to ourselves that this is all we can expect from a real love

We’ll stay aligned like two soldiers at the border of the bed
Counting our scars
Blaming the worlds, the others, the damn past

We’ll listen to the music of the blizzard
Waiting for the new poetical season to come…


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