let us believe in the beginning of the cold season

and this is me

lone woman

at the beginning of a cold season

at the beginning of a cold perception

of the polluted existence of earth

and the simple damp despair f heaven

and the impotence of these cemented hands.

time flew

time flew and the clock struck four

 struck four

today is the thirty-first day of december

i am privy to the secrets of seasons

and i understand the word of moments

the savioe is buried in his grave

and the earth ,the hospitable earth invites to tranquility.

let us believe in the  beginning of the cold season