And again, mamma, I say
that I miss you.
Now I am writing to you
and crying.
Mamma, I miss your warm
and tender hands.
Mamma,
I miss your loving eyes.
Driven to despair,
in the light of a vision
I turn into a dove.
I become so free as a bird
in a blissful motion.
With a flaming ardour
I soar to the clouds.
Neglecting all frontiers
in a high flight
I rush to the west.
But in a moment...
I fall down
in the abyss of despair:
that was only a vision!
16 December 2005
A letter of Daughter to Mother
© Copyright: Игорь Статус, 2006
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