Changing the route

of my destiny.

Fighting incenssantly.

And as a seed

breaking the shell,

Wanting to be born.

And I, that was

a straight line before.

Follow my steps now,

transcending

the insuperable.

Changing what is

unchangeable.

Metamorphosing myself

in a cockroach.

Asking to be squashed.

Killing in me, you.

But, as if it was magic.

The miracle of life

happens again.

Victorious- bravely

you break out of

the womb-

Tear the cell and born.

I still feel the pain

of the death,

that they call to give birth.

And that gives passage

to life

in the multiplicity of the

history.

I am a mother,

althought I don't accept

the fact.

I descovered myself as

a woman,

althought the short time

that has passed.

And then

when I realize myself

As the one

that controls "Life",

I think I am a divinity

And so

I descover that more

than my desire

of having pleasure

It is the pleasure

to have you.

(Edinaldo do Espirito Santo)

08/03/01

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