14/02/2021

The mountains’ call

The smell of cold and the sweetness of white satin
Shudder of speed, exaltation, cry of freedom,
You’ve let them far behind. There is no one calling
For you. There’s a silent and calm, Ice blue kingdom
Lying down around you, circling elegantly
But fiercely the wounded black rocks of mountains.
Snow is crunching when you’re carving casually;
The frozen flakes beat your cheeks with delicious pain.

Loneliness is the right key to appreciate
The tremendous beauty of white snow and wild peaks
Preserved from the madness of humans, obstinate
Creatures, destroying world, trying to stop time’s leak...

But whatever, skying and other human’s actions,
Will always stand, White and Black,
The snow and the mountains

LN