I take off my shoes
To feel the snow under my feet
The searing cold wakes me up
And the voice speaking to me composes
Crystalline sentences without omitting
The evils in the meaning
Erudite words
Time does not erase
the marks of the stones
Fallen from the top of the mountain
The evils in the
meaning
Erudite words
I cannot understand
But on the strength of my ignorance
I point my finger backwards
A hearty thank you
Lingers on his lips,
Frustrated because I do not know its price
I ask blind semaphore signal
Surprises by the touch of a hand
Already closing on my shoulder
I turn round
The stiff material places me
Against the part I had assigned myself
The paper letters talk about me
Strict ant paternal advices
Like stairs following one another
Time does not erase
the marks of the stones
Fallen from the top of the mountain
A hearty thank
you
lingers on his lips,
frustrated because I do not know its price
I ask a blind semaphore signal
Surprises by the touch if a hand
Already closing on my shoulder I turn round
The stiff material places me against the part I had assigned myself
The paper letters talk about me
Strict and paternal advices like strairs following one another
I put my ID self in a pocket
Placed on a piece of rump
And my feet resume their tireless work
Tormenting a sidewalk which once was a frontier
Time does not erase
the marks of the stones
Fallen from the top of the mountain
And my feet resume their tireless work
Tormenting a sidewalk which once was a frontier
Later on refreshing softness
Surrounds my body just after
A painful flash of metal,
Sterile yet protecting for them
Time does not erase…………….