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Three thousand metres
and a few centimetres more
the horizontal line
between the white wilderness
of the majestic proud mountains
and the white mist covering the sky
touching the vertical slope limit
fleeing into the opening mouth
of safety and care.

The blue flames of the glacier
vibrate out of the snowy covering
making the magical sight useless
but opens the secret mind maps
in the brain slots of memory.

There is a little time
to get into the warm armful of those
who believe in you.
You, the Albacea, of their dreams
before mopped up by the lost courage
and tender snowy blindness
without giving the chance to the views
of the slope map on the ground of the screw eyes.

© Alena Orsulova, November 2008