il silenzio

Your Mother is always with you. She`s the whisper of the leaves as you walk the street.She`s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fraqrannce of life itself. She`s the cool hand on your brow when you`re not feeling well.She`s your breath in the air on a cold winter`s day. Your mother lives inside yourlaughter. She`s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you not time, not space.... nit even death" unknown