With snowball in my hands
I dash into the eternal fire.
A fairy, frozen for weeks,
Keeps the moon - my candlestick.
When, bent and tense,
In the eternal fire cold snowballs
I throw, whiter, spotless
Than they have been forever.
Is it extinguished? It does not crumble, no!
It burns in long flames, and behold
My eyebrow 's now smoked
And forehead tense.
Water and fire, ice and smoke -
I throw and shout, I throw and cry,
Look at me, I live and I am now,
And I'm getting snowed and I'm not cold.
«With snowflakes in my hands»
Nichita Stanescu
