Pearls of ice

On black water of the winter your bitter tears will flee. Carrying in pearls of ice your pains, your secrecies. Along banks with the stripped trees. Falling asleep in the fog of these nights which are announced. The phantoms of your regrets and the words will rise which they pronounce.  Poisoned memories which you give up. For a new lovesong. Who points out adolescence to you and a bit of innocence. Slip on water for an unknown destination. Your pains put at naked to be itself kill. So a long time in the promiscuity of an unobtrusive life. That you decided to stripe by hating the word of fate. The one announced spring old rustle buds. Beyond banks of the winter. Freezing the ground and the river. Tomorrow, later, of a slow death in water the pearls of ice of your pains will run out, of your secrecies. That you will have forgotten, healed by time. In the hiding mud forever.