The Frigid Tale of Truth

The frigid tale of truth
How calm is the snow?
It covers the devastations of the autumn
How beautiful is the color white
How calmly the snow falls
And how calmly it sits on the shoulders of the evergreen
Geometrical crystals
Like diamonds
With innumerable cuts
In innumerable flakes
Sometimes as if they melt of shyness
And the claim of cleanliness and innocence
Of the destiny they wash
With the tear of the orphan
And the cry of the widow
The gazelles are
Shivering from the secrets of this tale
From the eye of the black raven
A tear as big as that of an alligator
Falls down and freezes
A pack of wolves
Howl from the outskirts of the town nearby
And dances on the white snow
Red with blood