I have always thought
about coming here
with someone
that would make me laugh
share the view
maybe a beer or wine
enjoy the rest
forget about things and time
lay down and talk
under the sunshine
Today I came here
all alone
snow around and
the wind is cold
I'm taking pictures of the branches
of the dry and dead trees
because this melacholic landscape
looks happier than me
...
a few sighs later
I left there my silent scream
the one
no one will ever listen
but eventually
by someone it will be seen
I went back home
following my footsteps track
involuntarily left on snow
that made me feel
not that lost
not that sad
not that alone
I never ask for help
because the strenght I need
I have inside myself
