when the time will get old and tired of

...passing us by

when the distance will get cold enough

...keeping us far away

when the echo will break the wave of

...your silence

when the sea will shape the sand dough

...into your presence

...that day

It's getting cold...so cold

Without sense, without bond,

Contracting trees, contracting memories

And I got tired pretending a lot.

Too much blank and too much grey,

Dilating the wait, prolonging the way,

It's getting cold...so cold

And I got tired of too much untold.

I froze the word, I froze the meaning,

Without reason, without timing,

Dark silhouettes crashing the white

Too much today in tomorrow, denied.

It's cold but nothing more

Cover my heart with a tree's shadow

Sparkling violet, warmly snowing,

Ice wings over me, growing and growing.