Poem

Cold…

I want your smile,

To brighten all my days.

Want your Velvet 's touch,

Just to keep me warm in the coldest night.

Cold as you ... like your skin ...

Snow's collor ...

White, neutral and with our contact ... melts;

Not for being weak, however,

Not made to be touched, but felt.

Touch that dissipates,

When our winter nights go away.

Gustavo Gonçalves