Woman

I look at my hands, some wrinkles are already appearing, they are the marks left by the time they had between my fingers. Seeing how my body changes over the years is part of my femininity, of being a woman. Being able to hug myself when I breathe deeply and love me when I let go of what is no longer adding up.

There really isn't a time in my life to which I would like to return, perhaps the only thing I long for is having my baby children in my arms. I feel like I needed more to rock them and watch them sleep.

Of the rest, no. I don't want to go back to past times. I love my present. I love my adult life, with all the pain, with all the tears, with everything I had to overcome, with all the times I felt my soul tear with sadness.

Remember that if we are made of light it is to shine.

If we have lips it is for kissing.

If we have a voice it is to sing.

That if we have eyes it is to see the beauty of the other.

That if we have legs it is to run and dance,

and two hands that are for loving.

Serene. Serene. Very serene.

This is how I want my mind, serene. That's how I want my words, calm.

Kiss passionately with the serenity that an ocean can have.

Raise my voice so serenely that no one can silence it.

May all the fire that I have inside burn... serenely, so as not to consume me, to give warmth.

I am a Woman and I love every imperfect corner of my body, with the extra pounds that are arriving, the gray hair, the wrinkles and my passionately strong serenity.