The night is old
Almost gone
While the train
Travels north
Meeting the snow
Almost gone
Wet Snow
A black tired night
Wet snow falling
Filling the ground
With white mud
A mix of everything
Essential in life
The orange gray sky
Of the small city
And the noise of
Cars passing
On the black tarmac
Blind to the miracle
Of changing seasons
And the life in the
Margins of the
Antropocen era
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Gray Clouds
Snow and rain
Mixing together
In a way most
Surprising
Creating ice
For us all
To slip on
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Snowing
The snow arrived
Turning the world white
And fluffy
Filling and hiding
Voids
Creating softness
Mitigating ugly
Places
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Midnight
Midnight and finally some snow
The white mixes with the black
And grey
The cold dry wind
Liberates the spirit
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White light
Burning far, far away from Burning man
It is cold here, the snow is still here
I do not expect any summer soon
But the light has returned
Changing the perception of land and water
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Black Sunday night
The train moves slowly throughout the night
I did not expect to meet you again
Empty spaces around us reminds about
What once could have been
I left you in rage
But now we meet again
Randomly
When we are both trying to put our
Life together
In a world filled with snow
And empty promises
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I
In the snow
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Pazi!!!
Now
My brain is ready for total destruction
I wait for total reconstruction of meaning
I always hope for the best
But I can not se what is best at the very
moment
The snow keeps on falling
and I keep on writing signs
on my mental walls
Consulting my memory
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I see
There are no meaning
Only snow
Only white snowÂ
filling up the land
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