La madre
Victor Manuel
The mother
Nothing to do with the common story
nobody loves me and all those things
she scrubbed floors, never bought clothes
to give him a good school she multiplied leftovers
what would be the moment, who taught her these things
when she tasted death and woke up among shadows
What can I give you that you don't suffer
what can I give you that you don't sink
that I don't see in your eyes reflections of glass
that your anguish kills me, that your pain can get me
What can I give you...
She wanted to help him without knowing how
and although she couldn't, she sold everything
but everything was not enough for a bottomless pit
a blow to a pharmacy, some small theft
back at the hospital house she knew
that sooner rather than later the wound would open
What can I give you...
With the prudence that madness gives
she searched for information, clarified her doubts
with one last effort she bought him the purest
and when she looked into his eyes, it disappeared in the mist
he thought he was dreaming in the fleeting moment
when his time ended embraced by the mother
What can I give you...
