Song of those who leave
The children have gone away,
the mothers have been left alone,
plucking up their roots
without a shared life.
They have been swallowed up by the earth
while the mother's womb has dried up.
a light has gone out
and they have a little music on their lips.
rock your hands
as if the children were still alive...
Walking at a brisk pace
so as not to hurt anyone.
Walking without luggage
following the smell of those who left.
To walk knowing that we are passing through
whistling until our lives are over
Running away on tiptoes
silently
leaving no traces
without uprooting a tree or harming anyone
and no one knows we were here...