The lakes transform into a huge mirrors
So the sky is naked ..
As well as black forest trees.
their images are reflected as the face of Narcissus.
Oaks wear their white hats
The fleeing bird moans from the winter.
That eternal winter is in the heart ..
That heart that never trusted its heartbeat ..
it did not trust that it was throbing with the correct musical note.
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A winter in the heart ..
Its broken fragments turn into words ...
Words without purpose ..
As a prosaic metaphor ..
Like a child stutter ..
Like the twitching of dew drops on the leaves of roses.
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A winter in the heart ..
Gave birth to utopian philosophers.
And the Jesuit Philosophy of Tolerance..
And being lost in the frost of futility ...
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A winter in the heart ..
Creates creativity