Winter Sunset

Against the cold winter sky, the trees are just like living statues of an unprecedented art, with their branches that look as reaching hands dressed in black woven lace, and softly moans when they have to bend their crowns, as deeply as the wind desires.

Winter Dawns

Every year when frost-flowers bloom in an opal sunlight, I can not find serenity in the winter dawns, not since the day I had to leave you to go home, even I did not know where home was or would be.