I am cold - A woman waiting for the sun surrounded

I am cold - A woman waiting for the sun surrounded by the winter among its dry leaves



I'm cold
but I remain still
without even trying
to put on
my coat

I light a cigarette
and breathe its smoke
with anxiety
without knowing for sure
why
do I repeat that rite
that burns me
between its threads
that burns me
between its threads

I think of you
I think of me
surrounded by that cold
that covers me
stirring me
stirring me

The streets are empty
because of the winter breath
while
the leaves
roam
turning upside down
the order that there was before
before

And while I smoke
Time seems like a friend
who sat down to chat with me
of your silence
and mine
of your silence
and mine

I think of you
I think of me x2