-1-
.. And I remember you, my mother,
Like a hearth
I remember you like a clay oven
I remember you like a support cushion
And a house without walls
I remember you like a heart,
Giving, and flowers
-2-
.. And I remember you and say:
If only death were nearer than remembrance
My tears wouldn't be flowing like rivers
Nor my blood like fire
Oh, my mother, scattered in the cold
What has become of you?
With the one before
What happened next?
By squeezing the rock as fine as sand
And The house is collapsing
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