and only by looking at the sky
you cannot escape the sight of them.
Your feet are too slow.
Lost in the middle of them,
you will surrender.
With a colorful face
you discover them.
Thousands of sparkling pearls have caught your eyes.
And with only one thing to do
they are lying on nothing,
waiting for the touch of earth.
The thoughts are invisible,
but they lighten up the darkness.
It is impossible not to see
or feel the nearness of them.
Filling up your eyes,
blind for reality.
This month we have nothing against them, however
the roots will not last forever.
We are surrounded
by dying roots.
Be not afraid,
new flakes are giving life.
Together they make so much harm,
but at the same time
they make such beauty
without trying.
This month a smile is drawing our face.
We let them take us.
Open our mouths, to feel them inside.
We don't know how much they hurt.
We are translating into their color,
the color of December.
Minute after minute,
it is getting worse.
We have to run away.
They are sitting on us,
like a stamp who denies to leave.
Something we have to do.
Inside where the sky is closed we need to go.
A place where the snowflakes cannot find us.
Not everyone are able to hide.
Spending the days together with whiteness.
Someone will not tomorrow live.
To be buried in white was always my wish.
We cannot win.
The brightness they make will not defend
every dark shadow.
Someone must say goodbye
this December month.
Real pearls are strong,
stronger than a cold heart.
December, known as a month of joy and Christmas,
you must remember the frozen water,
flying over your nose.
If they should decide not to come one year,
and make the first day of December colorful,
then the month would not be complete.
Then December would not be the same.
The months secret is in the pearls,
without them it is nothing
