Between Seasons

Text inspired by Chris Lynn’s film

It’s the first time I feel the snow on the summer of my corner;
The snow of senses, of silence, of distance, on the heat.

Snow covering the forest, freezes the nose’s tip, the lashes, the taste;
The snow, the snowstorm that cools and challenges life, relationships…

The meteorological which delays the sensation of the touch;
And makes cold enough in the conscience, in the feet, in the running of everyday.

His watchful look on the cycle, on the growth and decline of existence;
With the forest melting on the fingers of the hands.

The skin heated by the light that shines,
The air that enters into the lungs, the still frosty wind of the day’s movement…

And in his warmth room, in the solitude of his home to the soul,
His insight: “this is the meaning of life.”


About Ana Villas Boas

I’m an urban sociologist and runner based in São Paulo, Brasil, focused on studies about body movement, landscapes, sounds, silence and senses. My current work has been on cultural heritage and preservation studies and I’m also yoga teacher, certified by Kundalini Research Institute.
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2 Responses to Between Seasons

  1. Beautiful poem! I can feel the snow cristals around me like the magic words and its relations of ideas and images!


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