You rest peacefully immersed in a deep sleep:
neither the strongest winters can wake you now,
nor the rumble of thunder that comes as a grunt,
nor the sounds of this obscure and desolate sky.
Not even this feeling that pulses in my heart
for you, my voice that is changed into a scream,
not even the echo of all our shared memories,
the chirping of the birds, that sweet symphony.
Not even the rivers of my tears wake you up,
so I have to swallow my shout like bread;
it crashes into the abyss found within me,
and then it suddenly vanishes to be born again.
Yet your smile is without a shadow of sadness,
just as you had it in your life: serene, calm.
That alone confuses me, so I don’t know what
to do: wake you up or just let you sleep, Mom?
