Mother's day

Ivana (28/12/06)

Among the divine notes of Celtic harps
born, as a hymn to life
by shaded contours,
the memory of you.
It resurfaces the sweetest smile
and her eyes blue
clouded by time spent for nothing.
Ivana
sweet melancholy of a life alive,
an inexhaustible power over time,
energy rambling ...
Ivana
Today I am you,
daughter of thy breath,
you mother of my thoughts ...
For you, Ivana,
my ode to life that will be ...