Slow days pass
without you,
my tears flow fast.
I'm looking for you
on a winter night
in the woods,
in a cold room
without boundaries,
in an unreachable horizon,
on top of a deafening silence.
We will heat everything
with a hug,
but for now it warms up
your memory.
Without you
I am a fragile soul,
in the middle of the desert.
Where are you?
