Sunday, March 23, 2014

Observations From a Very Liberal Chauvinist

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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