The summer when my mother's eyes were green

A last summer when all destructive gesture must come out.
A last summer when all aggressive words must hit the victim with unrivalled precision.
A last summer when one can caress.
A last summer when one can forgive, protect, listen, love.
A last summer when one can get lost in the beauty, beyond the crooked world one has lived in.
A last summer when one can get lost in the colour of mother’s eyes.
A last summer to which Aleksy returns time and again, as if adding successive layers of paint: the yellow of sunflower fields, the blue of the calm sea, and the green of her eyes. A last summer when somebody experiences suffering to learn to live life to the fullest and most sincerely.