Skiers crying in the ski lodge.
the yellow cross on the flag transposed in the silk blue sky intersects with the fir branches falling after the storm covering the roof of the house
morning is cold and with clear sky, the sun shines on the copious plate of birds remains a life after the pyrotechnic madness of the new year’s night, the heart of these small birds survived, but the pigeon stall did not appear more than the last year…
up to the day there is announced a new narrative like Alfrida without a name, maybe two twins will be twins, so we will not even baptize them with a pseudonym, so they will not take their head off,
the phone calls are my Austrian friends on the ski, tell me they have three meters of snow vertically and horizontally, what to tell them we are waiting for what you do not even want to define by name. a new storm.
the rescue drones are getting closer and closer with a sense of gratitude for the droning, we end the conversation.
Jeflea Norma, Diana.