Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsfrom the moment to moment? How could a child be killed?How could a child that had not even killed a butterfly andhad not frightened a bird to be killed? Maybe she felt thiswas the end of the world and there is no more reason tolive. While I asked with obstinate, her love, I think I havebothered her asking something that she could not give tome. Oh mother you had to bear so much! The people thatyou had protected, now didn’t give you even a randomjob to feed your children! Now you had only to pray evento the guardian of the prison, the doctor for a visit, thebaker, and the friends of your husband that now made asif they had never known you. You climbed down withnobility these steps of humiliation and you told anotherbeauty that even you didn’t know to have. You washedthese steps with tears of the offended proud ness and Idon’t know what kind of deal you did with death thatsigned in your forehead the indifference. What did youkill more mother, absurd sacrifices or the cynic ingratitudeof people? Forgive me mummy. You must leave thislife! Maybe your coldness was a way chosen to make easierthe separation…I think you have suffered a lot to log offthese thin strands of our strong relation of love.But how could we not be angry at this abandonmentthat you did every day? Did we felt your problem? Or yougive us so much love when you were “awaked” that keptour hearts so warm. How sweetness did go by your smartsmile? Where that benevolent irony did go?You felt down mother…!No other catastrophe could damage our soul in thatage more than this that happened to you. We lost foreverthe wish to build something beautiful in life, somethingsimilar to happiness.86