Cry! Woman child... You were waiting for magical words, Little girl with dry tears… Becoming cold, almost cynical… You will no longer see her peach skin And her big eyes so magnificent. Did she lift your little body Asleep in her arms, serene, and say that you were her treasure? Above all, did she tell you: “I love you”? She has left for her last journey, Taking your heart as a sacrifice, Ignoring even those messages that you were sending her as a premise… of a beautiful and promising sharing. Let her go! Tell her at last: “Goodbye, mom”, Forgive her for making you suffer… She didn’t have such big eyes. However, you must not believe That Love: “is not for you”. Every being has its garden of hopes. I am here and I am present… I will not leave on a journey taking your heart as a sacrifice. So, do not ignore these messages that I will send you as a premise… of a beautiful and promising sharing.
