In sandals through the drifting snow
with a tango wrapped around my neck
Perhaps there are dark days
bright nights, a thin sparkling layer of hope?
But the crescent moon promises nothing
The spruce forest keeps its mouth shut
Ecstasy has gone astray: The wolf tracks
lead straight into a dream
A comforter of stars warms my sight
as I relieve myself in the snow
Wings of hoarfrost, – 23°C
and it is soon midnight
The whole world is still there,
life has a pair of pedals left
Winter’s empire rules
it is a long way to Rio de la Plata …
From Hundens tecken [the sign of the dog], 1987.
Translated by Lars Nordstr