Come back black our earths under winter
as my heavy heart closed by bad thoughts.
I would want see light back in your eyes
and the smile between your gentle lips
Come back black our earths under winter
again turned by the farmer who works her.
I pray God to twist hard this my life
until it can grow in this cold winter
Also I come back black under winter
like when they turn up clods of the loam
and the wild green grass so disappears.
Let the green grass grow up deep in me
February, 1st 2016
The skin of the angels 
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OK: I am not be able to avoid mistakes … So my friend Sévi told me that the third line of the second stanza is wrong and its meanings is not clear at all. OK, OK: I changed it so:
I pray God to twist strongly my life
Thank you a lot, Sévi!
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