At the end of the world

At the end of the world, there is a cold lake. It made cold there. The wind blows constantly. Without sun. Only a sky. Carrying clouds with the frozen tears. I came there to know. To tell you.To go to the extreme to impress you. I know. It is stupid. I wanted to walk on banks of this forgotten lake. To seek in the ices the reflection of our last years. To look at to remember us our desires. One speaks about it sometimes. With the faith of knowing to laugh at it. For better sweeping the wrinkles incipient from the lapse of memory. It is our world. Who flees with the end. Over there on banks of the frozen lake. There I came to walk. To catch up with these years which made us vibrate. To bring back to divide them, all to start again. At the end of the world. I brought back, for you and me, the force to believe in us for ever.