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Our Children's Portrait

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While I'm holding a little baby, I sing a lullaby, a scary one, to give him some bad dreams...

But he doesn't seem scared... Instead of this, he touches softly my face, and I am the one who has nightmares... I'm in a crowd, but I don't know anyone there. Everyone passing by is seeing only what is in front of them, and never looks around. Suddenly, they start to push me until an edge. The last thing I see is my own blood being spread over the ground...

The Family has grown.

16/04 - The first child has born... Would you like to give him a name?

Let me hold your child...