At the age of five, of six, at the age of seven, I used to begin weeping sometimes without warning, simply for the sake of weeping, my eyes open wide to the sun, to the flowers... I wanted to feel an immense grief inside me, and it came.
There's no sustenance in the past.
I was afraid of having to present my big nose to strangers.
My mother never took my hand.
To find relief in what has been, we must make ourselves eternal.
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