Hijos del invierno

"We'll take the cold out of the definition of winter. December will burn and I'll see it in your eyes." We are children of winter, we were born from the cold of our past, from the flakes of pain and anguish that have rained down on us. We have been reborn in this surprise love, in this mystery love that whispers in our ears "dare", that promises us at the same time, again, the placidity of the forest and of the bonfire, the ambition of the cherry tree in blossom.