Bad mood and black temper come with winter,

When nature withdraws and shrinks with concern and fear.

Days become shorter and nights become longer,

No wonder. The earth changes its orbit

And alters its revolution's center.

It follows its gigantic master and oppressor.

Winter usually brings me melancholy, secret danger

And great tendency to stay alone at home,

Thinking of what life can take and offer.

(Life is a great grander and a dishonest gambler)

It took lots of me personally and of my large family:

It took my parents, two brothers and two sisters

In less than ten years.

It took me of my own country

And converted me into an international gypsy

– Who can neither sing nor play or dance –

With no health, no strength, no profession or money,

No passport or secure shelter,

No hope of something to suddenly come from round the corner.

Chilly winter hurts me, beats me –

Leaves me with a sense as a prisoner and, moreover,

Winter nights bite me, threaten me and

Strike where pain has sharp and long tongue,

Tentacles and lips. It talks and walks

Through the deep innermost universe,

Where it can ceautifully itself express.

Winter means milky snow and black darkness:

Two sharp contracts, nevertheless, both are imposed over us.

Alas, alas. No way to jump or to pass.

No back door to escape, no way to flee the mess.

Winter dashes and attacks like most of beasts.

It has its own steel arms and its own means:

Sharp teeth, claws and dreadful face.

Cold winter nights stiffen our bones and even freeze,

Despite of some winter warmth, whispers and dialogues.

Winter. Winter… means winds and storms

Which scare or blow up roofs, trees,

Street posts, bridges and highway carriage cars.

All ways are closed. How to avoid the plight?

No answer.

Enter and shelter. Wait for another winter.

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