About Life ... Sobre a vida ...

We all breath, cry, feel lonely, love regardless of our race, gender or orientation. We all crave the human touch at some stage in our lives, someone to hold, someone to simply be there for us during our moments of need. After all, everyone in this life deserves "happiness". In the form that corresponds our personal point of view...

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Mother's Heart

A widowed mother was living with her only son; they were the best of
comrades, the most intimate of friends. But an adventuress got hold of the
young man. She took away his money, his health, his position, his
self-respect, and turned him into a vagabond. One day she told him that he
must give her a supreme example of his devotion. He must murder his mother
and bring to his mistress his mother's bleeding heart. Accordingly the young
man went to his mother, killed her, cut the heart from her body, and holding
it in his hand, hastened to the evil woman. In his haste he slipped on the
pavement and fell headlong. The heart rolled out of his hand. Then the heart
spoke and said, "Did you hurt yourself, my dear son?"And wept...

Jean Richepin

Dedicated to my mother...


Blogger ViSta said...

Αλήθεια κάποιος το έγραψε αυτό; Η μαμά μου μου το είχε πει κάποτε και νόμιζα ότι ήταν μια ιστοριούλα κάποιου ανώνυμου παραμυθά...
Να την χαίρεσαι:-)

Sunday, June 18, 2006 4:04:00 PM  
Blogger Wanderer said...

The Story was written by Jean Richepin(Ρισπέν).There is a poem in Greek. I'll send you a link to my Greek blog.


Sunday, June 18, 2006 4:11:00 PM  

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