No more words,
distance is not called for
Human beings move restlessly under the lighted fir trees
Father and Mother, on the brink of lunacy
The child has divorced
Father and Mother, on the brink of lunacy
Under the tree, the light comes and goes, the snow covers his feet
Mixture of fear
and rage, duty and feasting
The snow heightens the pious image
The man in red cries, a white statue in his arms
Nothing can wake it up, nothing can wake it…
Under the tree, the light comes and goes, the snow covers his feet
Winter will pass
but the child won't see the spring !