To my Mother

I've seen myself tonight dreaming of you
as chiaroscuros in a time's distortion
a new born baby clasped in your embrace
taking my shelter and bursting into cry
among flashings and roarings of the bombs...
Then I did look at me when you kept smiling
though if your days were then lonely and mute
like plunged in the lethargy of distresses
shipping adroitly among the banks of life
you gave to me small place in your caresses
but you did bring up and pushed us ahead
sometime I whished of you more tenderness
mother, than your intensity an guts
by which you did show me your great sweetness.
When in the last time you did long for freedom
shipwrecked person of a good navigation
thrilling in search for an endless daylight
among ache's hazes I've glimpsed your sweet smile
whispering low with your hand into mine
'oh God please help me, how's difficult to die'

as L.P. Bertuzzi Jul 2006