Dedicated to two "good little girls" do not expect me to understand
tolerate or fail to judge
Alba, absolute good, white, complacent, restrained, clear, delicate, sweet, clear,
high sculpture, fantasy, fake, freezing, industrious, heroin, hollow,
innocent, irreproachable, undaunted, pristine, untouchable, immovable,
judicious, languid, pitiful, lapidary, pretty, malleable, moral,
meritorious marriageable snowy, denied, forgotten, outdated, pure, lazy,
bruise cherub, container, reasonable, saving, subtle, sly
, shy, helpful, self-satisfied, urn, steamy, due and flattering ... VS
Appetite, open, action, Bacchus, kiss, glitter, rough, boisterous, full, hot, carnal,
castanets, shelter, flirting, crazy, confusion,
nonsense, impudence, dissident, erotic, vibrant, involved,
happy, party, feverish, fierce, taste, bagpipes, doodle, appetizing, enjoy,
talk, hilarious, imperfect, impulsive Shortness of breath
playful, secular, lip, lick, tear, loyal, marshmallow, sea,
nascent nectar, navel, obstinate, haggard, poet, feeling, word,
fondness, Quixote, lightning, sex, sweat, winding
Tarumba, storm, breast, testis, mischief,
urgent, courageous, truthful and zafarrancho
Yes, ours is a difference of vocabulary ...
NO I regret nothing
Gioconda Belli
From the woman I am,
sometimes I get to watch
those that could have been;
the gorgeous women,
hardworking, good wives,
paragon
wishing my mother.
do not know why I have spent a lifetime
rebelling against them.
Hate your threats on my body.
's fault that their lives impeccable
strange curse,
inspire me.
deny its good offices;
of tears hidden from the husband,
modesty of their nakedness
under the pressed and starched underwear.
These women, however,
looking at me from inside the mirror, lift your finger
and sometimes, I give her reproachful looks
and I win universal acceptance,
be the "good girl" the "honest woman" La Gioconda
impeccable.
me out ten in conduct with the party, the state, friendship,
my family, my children and all other beings abundant
that populate this world of ours.
In this inevitable contradiction between what should have been and what it is, I fought many battles
fatal bites
battles against me
them-they dwell in me wanting to be myself-
maternal transgressing commandments
sore and tear women stumbled internal
that since childhood, I twisted
eyes because I do not fit the perfect mold of your dreams,
because I dare to be this crazy, fallible, tender and vulnerable,
who falls like a lost soul decausas
fair, handsome men
and playful words.
Because, as an adult, I dared to live the childhood closed, and I love
on desktops
-in-office hours and broke
inviolable ties and dared to enjoy a healthy body and
winding with the genes of all my ancestors
endowed me.
do not blame anyone. Rather, I appreciate the gifts.
I do not regret anything, and said Edith Piaf.
But in the dark well I'm falling,
when, in the morning, no more open my eyes, feel the tears
bidding;
see these other women waiting in the lobby, brandishing
convictions against my happiness. Undaunted
good girls surrounding me
their nursery rhymes and dance with me against this woman
fledged, full
.
This breasted woman
chest and hips
that for my mother and against it, I like being
.
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