Time is running out
Letter to Mom,
The madness you taught me has got the better of my love for you. Then i see you grow old, time slips on you and my crazy love becomes admiration, a desire, understand what you taught me . You forget fate and rise above, in wisdom.
I believe I see in you a multifaceted relationship, but above all a refuge so as not to sink.
I grew up seeing your hair to clear up as if time were turning into light. Your skin, complete over time, the story you write with your ailments.
You have recited to me so much "The ode to Cassandra" that today, Mignonne, it is you who pick this flower that will not tarnish your beauty.