She is the cold breath that stop my heart. Your cold eyes are the doors for the lastest dreams written in my skin. Sure, she has a name, but for me is more than a name, she is the winter Queen, the most precious light in the snow. The only light in the rise of the journey.
Tonight, after to say good bye, I need to write about she. My winter queen... and me? What about me? May be their most and bizarre interrogant in their life. May be I am the last knight of all their child tales..or the first man really different in their kingdom, in their deepest place of their dream.
I am trapped in their eyes. A dark figure in the brigthness of their glance. The dark figure that takes a trip in their body, sliding during their sleeping time... like a silhouette in the fresh snow a january morning.
How not thinking about their lips? How she can't dream me? How she can't hear my voice in their deep desires? Yes, we are the perfect pair... but in the mistaken time. Together, we slid in the opposite faces of the mountains.
Now, I close my eyes to design your image in my mind. Yes, You. I know that one night, my queen, you are going to read these lines. You read and thinking in me now... this message of love, this message for my winter queen. And now, you think in me and tomorrow you go to dance with me in the real world... after to dream into me, to dream me all night along, to dance with me the most better song, in the deep world that exist into you, a world with white mountains and colored seas... you kingdom my queen, our place.
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