When his tummy burning heats the mine, when his feverish head nestled in my neck, when her tears caress her pretty cheek when his chubby little arms clung to mine, mine when I ' embraces her whole being, spreading my love, then time stands still and wraps me in a halo of love and motherhood. I look back at our first meeting , when I had raised, moist and warm, out of my belly, causing him gently against my chest. Serene, black eyes wide open to the world he had discovered in silence now. Its purity. Its violence. His light. The warmth of my skin instead of my flesh ... My Ulysses, my child ... that you gradually become large, this insolent mouth turns into imaginary sun, and your troubles go away in a nice cloud of dreams, my darling Ulysses, my little boy's winter ...
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