Being a woman

Wave of femininity

Light as a feather

although sturdy as Mother Earth

Wandering around through vast spaces

Pure pleasure of squeezing out the maximum of life’s juice

As Gabriela, perfumed of clove and cinnamon

As Yemanjá, she makes waves of Love,

Spreading spells of happiness

In a world good for living and for giving birth

Ingesting verve, sleeping, breathing, and making things happen

Creating

Celebrating

Making children who enjoy themselves in a torrent of smiles

Pure delight in being

Enjoying the breeze’s caress

that kisses the honey perfumed satin golden skin.

Being a woman

being the breeze

being the kiss that kisses : absolute bliss.

Overwhelmed with gratitude

in receiving the shower of stars

that covers the nude skin in the warmth of the infinite tropical heat

It is, finally, to receive

Moon bath

Sea bath

Sun bath

Love bath.

And so is Life, an infinite river where paths keep crossing

Where women are beholden to – Oh beloved Father!

To mother Your daughters

to love Your Sons

thus becoming creation – pure act

Matrix and source of inspiration

Quality of a life form,

to be a woman is all goodness.

It is to laugh and to reap the fruits,

It is a prayer expressing itself in the beauty of the world.

Better than being a woman,

Maybe only being a flower to be kissed by the hummingbirds

And so contribute to the honey of life

exhaling varied perfumes in a sparkling palette of vapours

just like women do.

- ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞ : TàЯä ŁạFĕγ : ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞ -