In the middle of this
beautiful solitude
the longest winter knocks at my door.
My ears on the window:
I know that stranger dressed in black:
he looks at me: I let him in.
We both know the rules.
I remain silent.
He calls her name.
In the middle of this
beautiful solitude
the longest winter knocks at my door.
My ears on the window:
I know that stranger dressed in black:
he looks at me: I let him in.
We both know the rules.
I remain silent.
He calls her name.