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Winter hurts, bones again

Silence is absurd for

Those who wait for a return

(and look) Old sores on the skin.

Between dry leaves

I saw you cry

Cry, cry, cry, cry …

If I stayed whit you and tomorrow

They deny me the light again

Would there be

A change in your sorrow ?

Painful games are the favorites of death

Look at them all

Its splendor in the throes of life.

The cold of the days

are like a proof of denial

Such a unique flavor, inside me …

Tied are my hands

My feet are tired

Who walk the old paths

From the dark lake

It is time to release the memory

Death of my dear

There are not always happy endings …