During six days and nights it snowed.
The trail had vanished into white
And all the form the forest showed
Got lost in the lethargic tide.

No fragment dared to cast a trace,
The thoughts denied their vanity
And during darkness time and space
Reshaped into a memory.

There, in the cottage, for six nights,
Where you obeyed to every sin,
We were free shadows in the lights
Of lust and unrest from within.