At each blue window

I look for the sky of your smile.

You certainly see me from far away

like when I used to play in the yard

and you looked out to tell me to come back.

I don’t hear your voice anymore

but I breathe this boundless silence

which day after day does not fade.

I love mothers, the old ones with white hair

their eyes lost in the memories of their sixteen years,

I wonder why you were not given to grow old,

you who became a feather

in the coils of an evil wind,

you mother already knew

when I cried beside you on the last night.

There were never so many words between us.

I didn’t need to explain.

You already knew.

and you dreamed for me

immense expanses,

lavender fields,

laurel wreaths,

poppies in winter

and a sunflower next to me.