Through the snow I continue where the path ends

the path that took me to that which is unexpected

thinking we know where we are going understand

what am I doing here what am I doing in the snow

I can give you reason or two maybe three or more

so what is true of all of this or what will value have

the cold snow on the ground I fall into is full of this

unthinkable thoughts a never-conceivable realities

without reason it wants to give anything the truth

It happens spontaneously in passing just like that

don't think too much think like a child every day

without a past dare to fall into the cold snow

do not be afraid of the wet or the blame

wet cloth can dry the days disappear

disappearing into the horizons

the one that is behind you

full of old imaginations

heavy as a burden

denied bitterness

you will forget

what it was 

as a child

to be to

fall in

snow

Wet

am 

I



that

is like

to become

a child

play