Poème de follower #Federico Garcia L

 Investigations (around winter feelings)

 To the south, summer Here a long cold coming the longest a dry desert cold of the night.
 No rain, no snow just cold Cold in the soul Cold on the skin Cold in the bones 

Why talk? Just snuggle huddled around ourselves. Looking for a forbidden thing the strangest things come the time stops beyond the glass of a window with a winter landscape from which them only wanted escape because it ages more in winter and there is no cape nor coat for the driest rain for the warmest loneliness the sterile pain or an endless sleep
 The fingers feel the coldest skin around themselves the stiffness´s neck Some kind of love that the sheets are waiting with the bed that opens when the body falls.

 Aren't we? Neither you nor me somebody else but, we could be in here You on me and me the lost but it's not will be me who will being wait