I became a tightrope walker when life became thin when the emptiness has eaten the grips and silence swallowed my world
I invented myself as a clown when tears stole my smile and I couldn't cry not to upset your innocent little face
You saw me thoughtful in front of the coffee
And you never said anything Now I look at you
You grew up fast juggling with me, in this life of ours made of things conquered by force and renunciations You've never been ashamed of being different
You have always made me proud
Today I dedicate to you my small victories, my son the small joys that seem immense to us
The fulfillment of those modest promises that I made to you
You never asked even when you wished so much!
I owe you a caress for every time you told me 'you'll make it, mom' and shared with me nothingness
I don't know if I made you a Man but I know I gave you all my best feelings
I love you, my son
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