It is the first snow that ever covered any feeling and left a shadow instead of a sun behind.
It is the first snow I find falling without a purpose; without a purpose keep talking, sound regenerates.
It is the first snow, and the last, ‘cause there are no words to share it.
Snow, and the spring still appears only far away; I never learnt to say pointless things, to cover the silence.
Snow covering the landscape and any consciousness of you; as if the heart can freeze.
Snow and salty drops, unable to break its ice.
First words I put on paper for you, first words that wish to reach a simple infinity.
Words without a purpose, a void of every meaning.
First words that maintain the silence.
It’s February already
it’s May
and September;
and you are still a snow in all these nights that cease to shine.
It is the first snow I find falling without a purpose; without a purpose keep talking, sound regenerates.
It is the first snow, and the last, ‘cause there are no words to share it.
Snow, and the spring still appears only far away; I never learnt to say pointless things, to cover the silence.
Snow covering the landscape and any consciousness of you; as if the heart can freeze.
Snow and salty drops, unable to break its ice.
First words I put on paper for you, first words that wish to reach a simple infinity.
Words without a purpose, a void of every meaning.
First words that maintain the silence.
It’s February already
it’s May
and September;
and you are still a snow in all these nights that cease to shine.
January-February 2017,
Athens-Dundee.
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