The white world

Kidnapped by the whisper of the chilly air around.
And the bright, thin light reshaping the landascape.
Yesterday has gone, taking away the colours, subtracting those vibrations from the canvas of life
The new day is here
A brand new one
A different character
An harsh one
A brand new one
It is here, waitng for untold stories
And unknown actors
To fill the sequence of hours that it claims so strongly
New promises, they come and go.
New promises, just a joke, just a distorted game 
Sleight of hand and twist of fate
I don't care, enchanted by these whiter shades of pale
Facing the wind, my cold friend, I stand still
And listen
The music of these minimal shapes 
The rhythm of these elementary lines 
The voice of those dark figures where the earth meets the sky

... When winter leaves her branches bare
And icy breezes chill the air
(Oh Julia)
The freezing snow lies everywhere
My darling, will we still be there?
(Oh Julia)

(Julia, from "1984" - Eurythmics)