I open my eyes, it’s there.
My knees tremble this morning.The winter. Invisible, pitiless, like a judgement, the next day it has advanced a bit further.
It reigns now. So we launch, as each time, a war dance, lost in advance.
I decide that this time it will be different. I shall advance with small steps, like an animal, I shall observe it like it observes me. Then, I shall abandon myself, confident, the eyes closed, as in a lover’s embrace. I shall fall into it, it will fall into me. With a purity, an honesty, a forgotten instinct. I shall not be «dressed», I shall be free of manners, exigent, like the winter. I shall be its friend, its observed observer, even worse - its lover.