We have vainquished winter.
Life...
so small, so beautiful, unreal
in this cold that erodes us.
We reached
the summit of our torment.
From now on, each day
will bring a stronger sun,
which frees the youngs
from their shells.
Where are they?

But where are they?
How long have we
been going around like that?
Dawn's first glow has
awaken winter.
It enrages, it increases.
Cold is so strong that it finally...
...froze the wind.
It tighten its grip on us,
locks us stronger,
...clenches stronger.
So we turn, so as not
to be too exposed to the cold
...our back to the cold.
Heat exists, at the turtle's hearth,
hidden under the heads.
At our feet, babies appear,
always more plentiful.