The End of Ice
Raúl Morán Zafra
In this cold land
Where all is dressed in ice
A piece of white is ripped from his mother
Beginning its journey
Towards the unknown
Going only where the current wants
Floating on the water
Moving with the waves
Scraping the skin in this salty place
Far away from home
Going to the horizon
Feeling emptiness and seduction
And the calm
Becomes fury
My skin is flying
On the sea
A large water wall
Is sharpened by the wind
In a transparent layer I become
Most of mе is melted
Remеmber the old times in sadness
However we have different ways
Our coexistence in this world
Will decide the future of both
Under a shining sun
Without a place to hide
It’s time to think about the past
We were a crowd
In a forgotten land
United by the eternal winter