December 2000

 

Far, so far, so far away lies

the white snow of her childhood,

when Snow-white was playing

in a mink coat.

 

Frost and frost cut off the chrysalis

and Butterfly flew far, so far,

so far away from the northern

eternal frost.

 

Near, so near, so near to you

she’s flying now, with her new wings,

searching the juice of your words,

nude before your skill.

 

Close, so close, so close to you lies

the snow-white butterfly,

in search of a sparkling flower

whose nectar

is called Love.

 

 

December 4th, 2000