I wrote this text while mourning my mother, who was a Romanian political refugee in France.
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“She gave you her very breath”
I’m anchored to the birds
to womankind
I’m anchored to those people who migrate from one extremity of the planet to the other, may their song go on for ever
light
exceptional
the priest has made the ceremony holy: “For you, Michaela”
“A rich woman lives on in you”
Or:
I’m anchored to the birds
I’m anchored to those people who migrate from one extremity of the planet to the other, may their song go on for ever
through many a conflict their being reaches the goal, light exceptional
the priest has made the ceremony holy, “For you Michaela”, faith
“A rich woman lives on in you”