Symptoms To Watch For In Aspiration

I do not regret anything. Gioconda Belli live women

L @ s that you follow this blog you know that I love Gioconda Belli, I read your prose and now I'm sticking with poetry but I have always found a bit more difficult to read poetry. The other day published one that I liked and Begoña encouraged me to stop by your site to read more, I have followed the issue and today I found this with you ... I can say?? I feel fully identified?? well ... Like that.

I think you can say stronger but not better.

I hope you enjoy as I enjoyed myself. Ahhh

and yet I also hope you like my mother because, although probably not have been as a priori expected (I guess you never are what parents expect of us s) ever since I have use of reason, has given me enough rope to be wrong alone, to grow, to be happy. Thanks Amatxo, you know that I love. A big kiss

¡¡¡¡¡¡ NO I regret nothing

From the woman I am,
sometimes I get to watch
those that could have been;
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.
disowns his good offices;
of tears hidden from 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 "girl good ", the" decent woman "La Gioconda
impeccable.
me out ten
conduct 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 have fought many battles deadly battles
bites
them against me-they dwell in me wanting to be myself-
maternal transgressing commandments
sore and tear women stumbled internal

that since childhood, I twist the
eyes because they 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 just causes
, 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 ties

inviolable 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 wells in which I sink,
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 his children's songs and dance with me against this woman

fledged, full
.
This woman's breasts and hips chest

that for my mother and against it, I like being
.