Colour

 

No sign of life,

the wind is cutting like a knife.

Rough, cold, colourless season,

coming deep inside my reason.

Hope...

Trying to keep my own colour.

Cope...

In dry water, like a sailor

looking for spring to navigate,

even if it is too late for everything.

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Le cardinal, l'oiseau quatre saisons.

(tirei esta foto em 2020, "da janela lateral do quarto de dormir... ")