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Published: October 7, 2022
My mother entrusted her friend with breastfeeding me
And she said to her: "Be happy while you feed him from your breast,
The density of sorrow in my milk will make him gloomy in September,
And I do not want him to be lacking in joy and a mother."
My breastfeeding siblings died truly or metaphorically
And some of them suffer from sadness, from the effects of my mouth on the breast
I took from them what kept me alive, and gave them what made them miserable
Oh my God, how selfish I was!
In September, white mixes with yellow
And my soul goes with its khaki color to the color festival.
Tuesday, 01 July 2025
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