My secrets are snowBehind the big windowsThe moment it falls the voyage beginsEverything muted and whiteVoyage to fathom the criesVoyage to God who kept abandoning usOnce I wore my red bootsI brought a candle to the grave of GodOn my return my grandmother kissed me on the foreheadI knew it was time for a red fairy taleTo traverse the dark chambersTo reach the truthThe tales would come to our houseI saw the heroes sleepingIf only I could give them my multicolored pillowThe night of the heavy snowMy room filled with butterflies and water liliesTill morning I sat with them in gardensSnow all daySnow all nightThe next day the words of the sparrows were snowThe hearts of the doves became snowI didn’t find them to feed themThe neighborhood children were snow fightingSnow covered the doors of the housesThe children’s hands froze and were coveredThe neighbor says the snow of the mountain is warmIt heals her painsThe snow was the hyacinth’s secretPeople left for the mountainFor the women of the town the Shadas were forbiddenThey gave them to treesThe trees made shade for the PeshmergasThe snow was a mother, it knew about everyoneIt carried unbearable painIt fell from everyone’s eyesEverywhere filled with snowHow did the snow manage to remain in loveWith so many of its white songs?The snow came and leftThe people of the city lived in painThe streets didn’t want the women anymoreIn one night the people grew oldThe snow was not enoughTo cover the blood of the womenThe blood of the virginsThe city did not know what to do with their corpsesEven the stones and the earth were driven to leaveThe voyage of the angelsThe voyage of the snowThe stories of my grandfather were snowIt falls ceaselesslyWhite, whiteLife instead of genocideThe snow is a big soulThe snow is generousEverything has become whiteThe snow has a soft heartIt covers the bloodstained city