A Twenty Six of July

I don’t need to think about you, about us, Mom, you stayed in my heart that reads, You’re still a rose, a sugar strawberry, You walk with me on this winding road, You’re in the house, in the white flower, You are in the sky that changes my heart, You’re in the little girl, who enjoys everything, Who cries like you, in front of the idiotic sea? I don’t need to think about you, Mom, You are in the sand, in the lowered silence, You were born on July 26, that was yesterday, Today, tomorrow will return. I hope it does, Mom, you stayed surely in the blaze, Who lights, who speaks, like God, at night, You are the sky, the endless circle, The little girl who knows the earth is round, I don’t need to think about you, always, You are every tear, flowing on a book, yes, Every teardrop sounds like the river of dreams, Under the deep stone, you think of your children.