As always, protective mother (the hand is there) but not oppressant.

Always a space, a liberty wind between them. The child knows his achievement, his questionning.Her…no. Her role as a mother being there to permit a cristallisation of the coming project. It is a given to the child from the mother and not from the child to the mother.

Always… yes always there. She is there, no matter the temporary distance or fixed distance. Beside that (through this incarnation each will live more or less dramatically and repeating itself under multiple forms) there is always that scission, that split, that missing… always a yes, even if it doe’s not belong to the mother.

Always… this dialog from the mother to the child : from the child to the mother, no matter wich words are used, go directly to the heart.

Always… the souls meet, joining themselves with thin cord, the abyss that separate them.

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