@Nico91 24 November 2022

Tell winter not to come, there's too much summer in me I have only planted the shoots which, look, are leafing, Living leaves, like tears, turning green with sap I go out, from my rib, outside and in the winds I dance. What is winter looking for in me, its cold knocks on my temples, I hear her and I'm afraid of all her little shit, As a passage to death chanced to happen, When life rises in me and urges me to laugh more. Let me sing some more, shake my years off my shoulders, under my skin, To dress in immortality and light a cigarette, To put the wind in my lapels and to let out stars in my eyes And with outstretched arms the whole world to embrace.