I'm about to give birth to my second sprout. This new baby makes me go back to those feelings of pride as a woman ...
And God made me a woman.
And God made me a woman,
long hair, eyes
,
woman's nose and mouth.
With curves and folds
and soft hollows
and I dug inside,
I did a workshop of human beings.
delicately wove my nerves
and carefully balanced
the number of my hormones.
composed my blood
and injected me with it
to irrigate
my body
ideas were born that way,
dreams,
instinct.
All
createdgently hammering blows to
taladrazos and love,
thousand and one things I do everyday woman
why I proud
wake every morning
and bless my sex.
fully My body is stretched delivered to my little ...
Maternity II
My body,
as land grateful
is spreading.
Already the plains of my stomach,
start to take shape
of a round hill throbbing
while inside,
in who knows what mystery
water blood and silence
grows like a fist that opens
the child
sown in the center of my fertility.
... the last month I wait with great care. I'm already preparing you the nest.
FETUS ( titled BABY I )
You,
little being,
these growing inside me
giving me a new dimension.
('ve increased my volume, when under the stairs
I can not see my feet. I have to go carefully
to cars and walk slowly through the streets.)
At night and wake me
with your gentle tapping
to the doors of my house more secret.
talked without words
and then you
cooing over the course of my blood
and the beating of my heart.
feel the birds first thing I
and life stirs
happy as a dog's tail
morning.
're my little inhabitant
I live with facing
and I am your amniotic sac, tiny
humanity without sex,
to imagine sometimes
women and other men,
that I do not see
and I know without knowing,
nutriƩndote and waiting
the time of our appointment.
Thank you for your poems, Gioconda Belli , to recreate some of our emotions in the book woman's eye .
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