January,

Only year starting with January.

A month of winter on the sign by Capricorn, the snow is  over all, you tremble thinking, you tremble looking the white, you has the fear of frost.

The look  remain whited, over all  is the trees, snowflakes, you cover up, whited you hair, you smile whited.

Pleasure!

The pleasure is dominated, pas after pas you leave traces, in back are another, you leave the hands in liberty, you want to find an another hand.

It is the soul’s heat; you missed, under the snow of clouds, under snowflakes.

The hair black, blonde, brown, becomes white, don’t be contrary, is the season that whiting all, you strange in hand  the ice, you looked the color’s purity, the white is dominated.

In night under the stars, the snow changing in diamante, you slip loving the night, loving the January’s fascine.

 Start a another day, snowed , you walk without the words.

It is the January’s magic that you leave without ?

You get  lost among the snows’ clouds, the body , the body leaved the heat, the eyes you brilliant, the hands find the another hands.

It is cold, you missed someone, you learn to live in cold.

Snow, snowing to rise  day after day, over you, you find the sun, you want to protected.

You want the purity.

For moment , loved the white, loved the winter.

The ice, you catch, you made solitary, you hided of all.

Live single for you, but ask.

Ask the heat, the heat of sun, the heat for your heart.

Look a hand, the sensibility in ice, for to chase away the darkness of night.

The happiness there is in winter?

The hour?

Drink tea , you like to feel the smells of herbs, the more power of you are the flakes snow.

Fall, cover everything.

Remain a think, you write on calendar a year start.

Over the sign of Capricorn, under snow; in ice.

You passed solitary for to feel winter, you want to enter in ice for you protected.

The snow after snow, ice after ice.

 Read on stars, for understand winter, the night you gives wisdom , awakening is sweet, the snow you make to smile.

You understand you are, you understand what want.

The days are short, whited , you discover the light, you feel the cold.

It is a magic.

The winter’s magic, is the January.

What  we can make?

Read?

Dreams? 

We’re walking?