Hai freddo?

Ovunque ti trovi, spero tu non abbia freddo

Nevica

Se questa carezza
bianca
penetrasse ogni buio
vorrei imparare
a rinascere albero.
I miei capelli
danzerebbero piano
e miei pensieri
con loro,
silenziosi e chiari
finalmente.

Irene Marchi, da L’uso delle parole e delle nuvole, Cicorivolta Editore, 202

 

• ascoltando Bert Jansch – In the bleak midwinter – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6pAyGN44ew (Testo: In the bleak midwinter/Long long ago/Earth stood hard as iron/Water like a stone/Snow had fallen/Snow on snow, snow on snow/In the bleak midwinter/A long long time ago/What can I give Him/Poor as I am?/If I were a shephard/I would give a lamb/And if I were a wise man/I’d duly play my part/What can I give him?/I will give my heart/ Earth stood hard as iron/Frosty winds did blow/In the bleak midwinter/A long long time ago)