Posted by: Nikimarrobi
Here I am talking of you, without imagining it would've happened... you disolved my anxieties the same moment you decided to exist... you filtered rays of life through my fingers, instruments with which I protect you... my body is for you... my soul is for you... my faith is for you!
Stealing dreams isn't a sin, it's the anticipation of those who love hope, as if it were a secret lover wrapped in night's mistery... day is awaited to make her go out into the open and not being afraid to reveal her face... I stole my mother's dream, I waited with hope to let my heart rest in the sweetness of a cradle. I stole a dream from life and today I'm a prisoner of a wonderful reality... being your mother.
Written on saturday february 25, 2012