15 minutes took me away to the forest,
Tied to a tree and left a glass of milk for me.
Civilization touches these places just to tell people the bad news.
My heavy boots still slip on the ice.
As well as those whose heels I am pursuing this cold morning.
Haste and noise to the right. Gray asphalt does not heat even at a speed of 150 kilometers per hour.
Colors do not encourage, even after they are washed and polished.
The snow and the silence to the left.
I twist my head to the left and right, but I do not know where to look.
Therefore lower my eyes down and look at my hands.