Mom's Lovers

Short stories, but rather dangerous confessions in templates that exceeded the boundaries of the familiar and out of the ordinary story. She carried in her folds a boldness beyond her daring, as she talks about family, society, the world, religion and the inflamed borders between women and men. But audacity does not leave evidence of her conviction. As soon as you reach the point of raising accusing fingers to describe the writer as such and such, then she quickly retreats. Do not let her calm down as she wanders with you very frequently in the strange and suspicious world of the night, on the shores of permissible love and heart-breaking love. And in the world of friendships and attachment to time and freedom from it; It amazes you at the crossroads of phrases and syllables. It is characterized by the strangeness of the topics and the strangeness of their approach, in an atmosphere in which kisses, insults, love, and even homelands are easy to exchange. You think she is talking about an ordinary mother and father; But you hardly discover that the matter is further than that, as if it reduces a continent to a woman or a woman to a continent: My mother’s arms are two forests of sugar cane.. Her legs are running horses.. Her body is swaying like a bottle of wine.. In the forest of night I become my mother..