Your absence has come to lay down its great wings.
\nAnd you are that child of whom I am not the father, yet who I miss.<\/p>\n
This little boy who grew into an adult, who was not mine, but who had managed to bind my soul as a jester, a rebel, a free spirit.
\nChildren are the fruit of women, not of men. For a child, the father is above all the one who is present.<\/p>\n
He found me by his side, and I recognized him, and he recognized me.
\nAnd he disappeared without warning in an accident.
\nI feel myself growing old, and his absence weighs on me like a distress………..<\/p>\n
I am helpless, like a father who has just lost a child.
\nAnd I am sorrowful because of it. And yours comes to weigh upon a new distress: that of having lost the son I wanted, whom I had, and who was not of me\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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