At Least the Snow
Simona Ferrucci
On the ancient garden where
We used to feel the fire
My hands livid as the earth
A robin sings on thorns
I watch this silence by the window
I'm so tired to bleed inside
Bleed inside
I call you on the telephone
The city streets closed down
On the frozen land
You're always been so kind
To deal up with my absence
On and on
I wished upon the snow
I wished upon
I wished upon the snow
At least the snow
Sclerosis of the skin:
I hear something crackle
And I'm afraid for my soul
From my hole
My father's cheeks are red again
I need his strength to live in this frozen land
I hold grandmother's hand
She's wrapped on her shawl
Seems like a child
I wished upon the snow
I wished upon
I wished upon the snow
At least the snow
