Мне очень нравятся стихи Cara Marie Filipeli, они на английском...самое любимое:
Ice-Dancer
There's an echo in the mountains, an ambiance so true
to glide on the ice there's not much I wouldn't do.
The sound of the steel blade when it first hits upon,
the fresh clean ice, at the crack of dawn,
makes the entire world stand still,
for now I can glide and drift and feel,
a freedom I've only known once or twice,
that even comes close to the freedom on ice.