Friday, March 7, 2014

Spring yet to come

(ES)

I do not want more springtimes.
Springtimes of betrayed revolutions.
Springtimes of blood and fire, tears and death.
Springtimes of hopes crushed by force of arms.
Patriarchal springtimes of elephants without memory,
that in their power struggles slaughter their people.
Justice, peace and dignity!
No, I do not want more springtimes.

Where then is the revolution?
In the orb of her breasts and ovaries.
In the Goblet of her womb.
No, there is no spring without her presence.
When the Goblet and the orb rise up at last over the cross, the star and the crescent,
the real spring will come.
From her hand, a new renaissance,
to give birth reconciliation, justice and peace.

Spring will be woman, or will not be.


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