A child is certainly another you,
You look after it
You take care of it
You owe to nurture it
You have to protect it
If you want to know someone,
Then look at the people that person hangs out with,
Or
Show your child or your children,
It's a little you,
It is little, it is empty
And it will soon be what you pour in it,
Your child is the other you.

The deeper I go under the water
The more I have this impression that
I will never see the bottom
It exhausts me,
I get tired for no reason,
I sleep and wake up tired,
No romance
No trouble,
Just tired.
I am tired of life,
it's not ending.
Everything fatigues me for no reason
Tired, Tired. I am so tired.

I have my own hurts and deceptions,
But yet here I am,
Here standing strong breaking the chains
Of my ancestors and of my generation
In my dreams and in every steps
I make,
The Unconventional voice of mine,
Shall accomplish the greatness my mother sees in me,
The Greatness which ones frightens me will be reached,
It's at Sight,
Every Step I take, and have taken towards healing my wounds, and the wounds of my lineage, is bringing me closer
To the deliverance I seek,
Every trip I embark in,
Every new place
Break our limits,
Every prayer and Blessing I utter,
Heal our wounds and Set us
For new skies!

Back to my land
Astonishing
This feeling that only Rodrigues is able to bring into me
It just feels home
Home, home and home
Is there any other word to depict what,
Rodrigues means to mean,
Less hurtful are the memories of my late mother.
I feel safe, like a fish in its pond.
Onto my safeland.
Where my culture and friends nurtured my
Early reality,
Family everywhere, even the strangers feel like family.
My safe-land, where the memories are sweet to my soul.
Home.
Back home

Here we are again, creating new memories
Memories that tomorrow we'll cherish,
Memories onto which we might shed tears someday,
Again and again
On and on
As if nothing can do us apart.
Neither our madness nor our darkness have nor shall do us apart,
Again and again,
We shall mingle and be one,
Like some drug addicts,
Addicted to the way we make each other feel.

Too many voices have their say over us,
Until it was you and them,
And no longer You and I,
So I quit,
I walked the farthest I could of you and them,
So, that the dark clouds and their hateful jealous noises could no longer reach me.
Now, I am free again.
Free too reach another peak,
Ready to fly with another dove...

Dear Mother
The wind blows the silence of your absence
A void that I will keep for life
The wounds of your departure are fading
Scars blurring
A battle of the lost
But beautiful memories frozen forever in our souls,
Our souls shall rejoin again over time,
Our smiles meet and forever they stay,
Your tenderness calms me and your love cares for me with each step I take.
A look to the sky, the hope of a certain meeting at sight.