the word mother
I take my journeys into exileYou hurriedly give a kiss,And along with it a blessing:“Fly, my son, on light wings!”
This sweet kiss, a waterfallAn endless blue, an endless green,Always a safe path for meThat cradles my dreams in a lullaby.
Every time I leave, every time I returnI take a gift from your lips,The Virgin Mary to whom I confess,And I wish you a long life...
Indeed, I travel across mountains and seas,You, my angel, I have with me...
You appeared to me suddenly like a dream washed clean, Half with flowing hair, half like a waterfall… Covered in flow, covered in light. When the gods saw you they tore out their hair……
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
You will not say thank you to me, Just as you do not say thank you to your heartbeats That carve the face of my life. But I will say to you…
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