It was cold, a dog barked at the night and the silence that remained was still heavy. It was cold, and the snow that was falling left flowers with thorns. The black and white merged and the coming dawn gave it its grayish tone from its early glass. Everything and nothing came together getting lost in the sky, the sea and the air spoke to each other and the silence that remained was still heavy. It was cold and in the inmense stillness of the pale emptyness there was a single shadow that with the swiftness of its step, life was given to life, and its voice began to peek through singing cool words and the silence that remained now hardly weighed down on me.