My dry leaves fly

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My dry leaves fly.
The last of my light nakedness.
The reckless gaze of winter, peeks its coldness.
It's a dark reality that hides in my dull heart.
But there is no fear, it is life.
That like a whirlpool takes you, brings you, wraps you up and leaves.
Let them go,
that time will give new life, new life... to those dry leaves.
Let the cold winter leave you without a green tree.
There, far away, it's hot, it's summer, there's an immense sea
where other lovers in love bathe under a starry sky.
While they fly,
my dry leaves hanging from my light nakedness...