Childhood winters have been lost,
lacked of cold,
wrapped up in white thoughts,
the first snowfalls of the year,
pure, light, unforeseeable,
like the first love of life…
That time you wouldn’t feel
the spreading of time,
you would fully live in the present moment,
with the enthusiasm of the souls of those years,
moments deeply imprinted
in the future memory...
Your childish exuberance
would integrate itself perfectly
in the exuberance of the world…
The winters of today are other winters !
They have different lengths, different intensities,
different whims...
And yet, in our hearts
there is something left
from those children hearts…
don’t you think so ?