| I walk in the woods, the sky is gray but I feel cold, I decide to swim in the river, I undress and dive, the water is cold but I can not feel anything, my clothes are worn in my underwear or hung on a branch.
I wash myself and then I go out, the wood is thick and the birds are singing, it will soon be dark.
I get dressed, I pick wood for the fire, blond hair cover my eyes but they do not bother me, they are long.
choose a secluded place, where no one can find me, I arrange wood and wait for evening.
the air is cold but cool, I light the fire, my clothes are near me on the branch to dry them, I press them, they are stubborn, I take off my shoes and put them close to me, the pines pierce the soles of my feet, I I tighten my thighs to my chest, I wonder what happened two years ago, how I am reduced to this condition.
once I sang, I had dreams, how did I get back to here? , and just another day I repeat myself. |