[Prototype] Pier Paolo Pasolini - Prayer To My Mother

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Pier Paolo Pasolini Translated from Italian 🇮🇹 It’s so hard to say in a son’s words what I’m so little like in my heart. Only you in all the world know what my heart always held, before any other love. So, I must tell you something terrible to know: From within your kindness my anguish grew. You’re irreplaceable. And because you are, the life you gave me is condemned to loneliness. And I don’t want to be alone. I have an infinite hunger for love, love of bodies without souls. For the soul is inside you, it is you, but you’re my mother and your love’s my slavery: My childhood I lived a slave to this lofty incurable sense of an immense obligation. It was the only way to feel life, the unique form, sole color; now, it’s over. We survive, in the confusion of a life reborn outside reason. I pray you, oh, I pray: Do not hope to die. I’m here, alone, with you, in a future April… Illustration by Laurent Guidali Www.Etoile.App