Snow days
A warm room full of smells
The running stairs
A tear in your pocket
Two eager eyes
You don't look for boys but you don't play anymore...
Snow days
A friend on two wheels
Grumpy and wild
Scapulas sticking out
You smell life
With your soul in your hand< br/>And you discover that you have a body too...
And in the darkness you hold your desperate tenderness...
No, don't take away her joy
And when she wants to cry< br/>Don't open those closed fists
Don't chase her away...
You don't have to take her
Freedom and fantasy
Give her a happy love
O unhappy... but let it be love...
And take it for a walk
Two bold breasts
Mistress of the world and of you...
And in a corner in the evening a more subtle heartbeat...
No, you must not offend her
Don't steal her reality 
Illusions and its colours
Curiosity ...
Don't ask her what does she do
When she goes to hide
Give her a happy love
Or unhappy... but let it be love...
Let it be love...

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