je suis a toi

Don’t forget to love her. The little girl you used to be. Perhaps She lies within you. Untucked. Sleeping peacefully.

Μνήμην ἁπάντων, μουσομήτορ’ ἐργάνην.

Sulpiciae cineres lectricis cerne viator   quoi servile datum nomen erat Petale. ter denos numero quattuor plus vixerat annos   natumque in terris Aglaon ediderat. omnia naturae bona viderat; arte vigerat;   splendebat forma; creverat ingenio. invida fors vita longinquom degere tempus   noluit hanc: fatis defuit ipse colus.    See the ashes of Sulpicia the reader, travellor,   who was given the slave-name Petale. She had lived thirty years more than the number four   and on earth had given birth to a son, Aglaos. She had seen all the good of nature; she had flourished in her art;   she  glowed in beauty; she had grown in talent. Evil chance did not want her to spend a long time   in life: the distaff itself failed the Fates.

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