Profane mother of lustfulness,
I bless you as if you were
the ultimate sacred Pagan goddess,
as if you were the last Prostitute
of a long and flaccid
autumn,
as if you were the Sacrificial Virgin
raped at the final moment by those
patriarchal bastards who poison your
blood in the name
of
Systemic Traditionalism,
as if you were the child where
civilization,
imagination,
the uncertainty of happiness,
and intelligence
live,
and tomorrow
grows in your gorgeous womb,
as if you were the summer of a thousand suns,
and two thousand wisdoms.
Woman, you are the past
and the future
intoxicated with hope.
Translated from the original Spanish text
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