2021.07.30.
My Country
My country is not a country, it’s winterMy garden is not a garden, it’s the plain
My path is not a path, it’s the snow
My country is not a country, it’s winter
In the white ceremony
Where the snow blends with the wind
In this country of drifting snow
My father has built a house
And I’m going to be faithful
To his own way, to his style
The guest room will be such
That we’ll come from other seasons
To build ourselves next to it
My country is not a country, it’s winter
My garden is not a garden, it’s the plain
My path is not a path, it’s the snow
My country is not a country, it’s winter
About this great solitary land
I scream before I shut up
To all the men of the earth
My house is your house
Between its four walls of ice
I put my time and my space
To prepare the fire, the place
For humans of the horizon
And humans are of my race
My country is not a country, it’s winter
My garden is not a garden, it’s the plain
My path is not a path, it’s the snow
My country is not a country, it’s winter
My country is not a country, it’s the reverse
Of a country that was neither country nor homeland
My song, it’s not my song, it's my life
It’s for you I want to own my winters