To a Son
A small, fragile creature, Yet already stronger than me. He is destined to outlive me, To do what I couldn’t. And he will go where I haven’t. And love the one waiting for him. And may the path of my destiny Not touch him, no. May he live in a way that he never regrets Anything that was left undone. Life is full of obstacles and worries, And there’s no place for the inept. And I want to believe in him so much! I want to know he will be the type of person For whom everything in life is possible, And who is never alone. Loneliness is the companion of those Who are broken, weak, who don’t want to live. But my son will be a person Who can handle anything. I know he will succeed at everything, He will be able to open any door. Yes, I’m no actress, But I’ll try to be a director. Know this forever, my friend: You are loved, wanted, my light! And forgive me, my son. Please forgive me. For my existence.
7.11.1996
The day was fading. The sunset blazed. A bumblebee flew over the honeysuckle, Surveying the sleepy garden, Weary from the crazy days. The sunset glowed crimson. In this wondrous hour Only a playful breeze Fluttered timidly through the branches, Almost invisible to the eye. The sunset grew dim. The roses dozed, Lost in nightly dreams. Under the thin net of a spider’s web, The dahlias fell asleep in a group. The day was leaving. Nature is wise: She has no concern for our troubles, We are given the freedom For our wars, destruction, victories. She doesn’t think about us. …the day was fading. The sunset went out.
7.11.1996
Loneliness is the best healer For pain, doubts, and losses, For the insults the wind brings, For the hardships the blizzard takes away. Loneliness is the best doctor For a wounded, poor soul. But it is only given by prescription, And always on specific days.
31.10.1996
Dedicated to Mom
Mom… For me, this word Will be filled with eternal meaning. Who will ward off trouble, who will warm you, Who will save you from various misfortunes, Who will cover you with their hand, Who will comfort, hug, and understand? Mom… Who will always be with you In sorrow, in joy, in happiness, in hell, For whom you are always interesting, Who is more valuable than any friend? Mom… Who will help us get through our falls, And conquer the steps of success, emerge victorious in battle, Explain the subtleties of life to us? Mom… In these moments, I so want To sit with you for a little while. And hug you, and comfort you, And look into your eyes for a long time. In them are sleepless, dark nights, The joy of meetings, waiting, hopes, Our life has found its reflection in them, Our eternal race is reflected. It is in moments like these that you Casually understand your full value. Thank you for everything, Mom. I give you my heart.
08.01.1996