Snow (4th poem for Nina) by Carole Ranaivo

It snows on her wrists
In her eyes it snows
Very hard her sky
Is a misty oil
That her dreams no longer ignite
And how do they want me to fall asleep
When a calm and soft and white snow
Covers his thoughts
When the snow settles
On the sofa the bed
The past endeavours of love
And further away
The hudson river ripples silently
Rolled up like a dog by a crazy cyclone
Boston is only a missed appointment
Where in a café
A girl waits alone standing
A child who will never return
Yes tell me how do they want me to fall asleep
If winter’s fingers have swallowed up
The seas the suns the corals
If the roads going somewhere
Are suddenly reversed
How do they want me to fall asleep

If the life they had before is only a photograph
That the drops from their eyes
Crinkle until they erase everything
How do they want me to fall asleep
If hell cohabits with heaven
If the soaked flowers
look so much like
misplaced knives
How do they want me to fall asleep
In this white and ashen country
Where the snow swallows
The waves the summers the boats
How do they want me to fall asleep?
Please
Let me recolor
Borrow
Red yellow green
Threaten the snow say to it
This is my friend
You don’t belong in their lives
Go back to where you came from
I beg you
Otherwise how do you want me
That I fall asleep

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