"I am too cold here," he told me.
Is he not the source of the frost?
When he speaks, does his breath not change the warmth into ice?
He is not the only one here.
The world should say to him: "Do you not turn the world to ice?
You are a man. All things are defined through your eyes.
You were born with a name. You, the son of Abraham, the father of faith.
Would you have been a sacrifice were you not a man?"
The world should say, but it does not.
A daughter has no name.
She would not hear you. You have a name. She has nothing.
What does the girl with no name think?
Perhaps she also thinks that it is too cold here.
Her story is not told.
But what would the girl without a name say?
"I am too cold here.
I want to flee your kingdom of ice.
I wait for the frozen bars of my prison to melt.
Then I will sail away on the defrosted seas.
--- In my dreams.
I am leaving, and yet not leaving,
A ship is never so cold. Forward movement warms.
But a heartless wind rips fragile sails.
A ship is always so cold; torn sails keep no warmth.
I think to myself, what is a captain without a ship?
---a master of air.
What is a ship without its wind?
---only the anchor.
But have you guessed it?
My dreams are the only reality here.
Your frozen prison never melts.
And I am frozen too.
I am a prisoner of your eyes.
Here, forever frozen.