When cold burns

[Marcus Nalgaber]

When cold burns

 

I'm cold 
but I stay still 
without even trying
to put on my jacket

I light a cigarette and inhale 
the smoke 
slowly
without knowing for sure
why do I repeat this rite
that burns me 
between its threads

I think of you
I think of me
covered by the cold 
that stirs me 
that stirs me

I think of you
I think of me x2

Music

The streets empty 
with the breath of winter
while the leaves 
wander 
puting upside down 
the order 
that existed 

and while I smoke
time seems a friend 
who sat  to chat with me
of your silence
and mine