Feeling the smoothness of the snow,
the steam coming out of my nostrils,
crackling my steps on the ground,
in the solid silence of the night.
thoughts,
omens,
wishes.......
and flavors never forgotten.
Vapors of a skin,
in whichhas lodged me,
that has been opened to me...
alive,healthy and extensive.
A skin that is honey,
open as a fruit,
fleeting,
almoststeams and shines at night.
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