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My father

My father who is not in the village any more
My father who may be one day, very discretely, I loved.
My father who went by the path without envies
My father who may be one day, very discretely, I loved.
By the blood so brave which runs in my veins
by the features of your face which are fading
 
As the shout which drowns my chest
My father !
By the scarf which was dividing entirely your belly
My father !
By the secrets of the onion in my mother’s fingers
My father !
By the pallid evenings in the house of the house
My father !
By the dreams which might be yours
sliding by the sink
my father, by my brothers
sliding by the sink….
That the memory find you
the memory of the father and of the son
the memory, the old female cat,
the memory, oh my father.
 
By the ties which unite me to your names
your hands and your round skull
and your laugh I did not like
my father !
When I only wanted to go to pick
my father !
Fennel, passed the reds’ bridge,
my father !
That it find intact my griefs
a six-years old little girl’s griefs
my father !
 
I find intact, my father,
your story and mine
my father, together, loving each other
you story and mine
 
Cock, hen, chick, my father ?
Cock, hen, chick my father
my father !
 
As never we could be,
As never they will able to be, now,
As never we could be,
As never they will able to be, now
As never we could be,
As never they will able to be, now
As never we could be,
As never they will able to be, now
 
Cock, hen, chick, my father ?
Cock, hen, chick my father ?
My father !
 
My father who is not in the village any more.
 


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