Three soldiers

Three soldiers are dancing,
crystallized by fear.
Caress the beautiful memory of your childhood.
People and faces are so familiar and yet so strange.

Armed with cynicism,
standing alone,
watching beautiful paintings while winter clouds cover the mountaintop.

Those days are over.
"Little by little I will drive them out before you
until you have increased enough to take possession of the land"
But what if the passenger pigeon could be brought back?

Toy soldiers are dancing around the Christmas tree.
Snowflakes have a secret life.

Celebrate the familiarity of contradiction.
A long journey without a goal is a journey worth living for.

You were a good soldier back then, you are a good soldier now.

There's a cat among the pigeons and a soldier among the wolves.

There is a secret code you are cracking, that's where the light comes in.
Codes and pigeons,
soldiers and snowflakes,
secrets and lies,
beautiful myths and lonely mothers,
cats and candies,
possessions and fears,
Darkness and light,
Cracks and memories.
Let's dance.