Ton regard me glace ;

Sa tristesse.

Un vent froid semble y souffler,                           De la neige sur ton coeur.

                            Une tempête.                          Sa blancheur

                                                                          Crie sur ton visage étiolé,                            Le gel fixe ton triste sourire.

                                                                          Un appel.                                                   Tes lèvres

                                                                                                                                            Attendent une tiède averse,

                                                                                                                                           L'Espoir.

                              L'Espoir :

                             Des fleurs qui déchirent la neige,

                             Ankylose

                             Qui resserre ton âme.