Five years ago,
That night I wrapped a blanket
around my chilled body,
Gradually, the moon appeared between the curtains,
It spoke to me in a coded language,
Still far from the new moon,
It had no concern for completing a perfect cycle,
It was already within it; a crescent.
I had sent you a message before even introducing myself,
The sirens of drifting began to sound,
I would be left alone with harsh winds,
Pressing against my ears,
My voice was about to vanish,
One foot tangled with the other,
I would fall, though I never feared falling,
Unaware of the wounds I would take,
Everything around me was wrapped
in childlike, pure happiness,
The only thing that mattered
was the pink sky we looked at together,
The sky slowly lowering snowflakes to the earth.
Escapes and pursuits,
Conversations left unfinished, then completed,
All followed one another,
I never needed reasons to love you,
Even if I am now chained to reasons,
My love is still free,
Please understand.