Only a snow flavor stays
On the hill with ice surprises.
With icicles hungry for melting,
With water drops thunderstruck by arrival,
With red melted sugar hooks,
With me tasting them…

The snowflake, a liquid water drop wounded by cold
Falls arrowed by its character
In my palms.
Ah, so much cold…
Can one die in full Christmas?
Just like that?
Like a snowflake?
Cold?

You are the claw that turns
The story from above
With one question.
You, are always far away,
My gentleman…
In cold
You and the loneliness of the moments with tusks
Grown in my soul like a tumor,
Braking me in the flash of sobs,
Flowing me in my veins,
Telling me to believe
Cold

To believe
In him,
In Santa Clause?
Like that, of old taste under the eyelids,
Under the eyelids of the silent Christmas tree,
To believe with or without you,
With or without me?
Cold?
Through “maybe you`ll come”?