They told me, when in the house 
everything was done in silence,
and the furniture and decor 
was very hard, heavy, unfamiliar,
in the huge bedroom 
(big and faraway!)
My mother was cold and white; 
they told me: “don’t cry, you’re a man!”
...Man!
Then I saw a great expanse of earth
and the mountains were light blue, hard, 
the sea, vast, but so voracious 
like a whirlwind, 
and the forests were black, 
the cities were mute and deserted, 
the streets were like a maze, the river 
was impassable;
and the wind was raging
and the storm was terrible
twisting into a gorge that runs over;
and me...alone: man!
the rotating stars and the immense 
infinity...         
me...nothing: man!
And now... everything rolls, moves, overwhelms me... 
I lifted my hands to defend myself, 
and a trembling overtook me
with a great desire to runaway.
I burst in tears but tried to hold it back; 
“Take my hand mommy, I’m scared!”
Mom was cold and white... 
Her hands were beside her body without pulse
hands of love, hands of forgiveness
and her closed eyes, her very beautiful eyes, 
silent... forever.
...
...take my hand, 
Mommy, I’m scared!...