She is watching you, Son.
Always.
She never stopped staring.
At you.
At our sun.
She is here, Mister.
Madame has been waiting for you, ever since.
Just be calm. Don't make a sound.
Let her embrace you, gently.
Like a mother that she is not.
Open your eyes, now.
And try not to close them anymore.
Sink into her emptiness.
And be forever fulfilled...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem