I already, in my heart, relish December,
winters drawing motifs ...
Although, for some it's not a miracle,
Snow-covered cold everyday life.
And I paint snow with flakes
In my imagination, so childishly ...
I love the arrival of winter painting.
She gives me a holiday.
... And the snow will spin loose -
Little happiness is tender-white,
Only for me understandable,
In the embrace of a biased December ...