It's dark everywhere.
The cat purrs
And fights with her friends
In the yard.
The croaks create commotion.
Night is bad tempered.
Me, on the bed,
Wallows like an old
With pain in his leg.
Cold covers me.
The blanket is thickest.
It's not snowing here.
The sweats swallow on the skin.
My granny would say,
Cold is a serious decease.
I've faced the music.
The whole night
Has been the full duty
In a factory full of fire.
Cold is an enemy.
Barracks of care be built.