Ommy
I long for my mother's breadAnd my mother's coffeeAnd my mother's touch...My childhood grows within meDay after dayI love my life becauseIf I died,I would be embarassed by my mother's tears
Take me, if i return one dayAs a scarf for your lashesAnd cover my bones with grassBaptized by the purity of your heelTie me upWith a lock of hairWith a thread that points to the tail of your dressPerhaps I will become a godA god I would becomeIf I felt the bottom of your heartPut me, if I returnAs feul to light your fire ( fuel?)And a washline on your house's roofBecause I've lost my strength to standWithout the prayer of your dayI've grown old... return the stars of childhoodSo I can share with the sparrow chicksThe way backTo the nest of your waiting