until the dawn be one with the horizon,
I am made of your flesh and spirit,
and I hold a vague memory of your whispering
while you hold me in your womb,
anxiously awaiting to be out for a kiss,
sing to me, whisper to me, put in my ears,
maternal words,
give me an idea of how to be when I grow up,
and my future would be an eternal present
with you on my side.
Mama, hurry, I want to find you in a kiss.
Thank you Angel for your beautiful poem, for sharing your love, and your talent...
hasta que la aurora sea una con el horizonte,
estoy hecho de tu carne y de tu espiritu
y tengo el recuerdo vago de tu respiro mientras me formabas,
ansioso de salir a darte un beso,
cantame, susurrame, pon en mi oido,
tus palabras maternas,
dame una idea de como ser cuando sea grande
y mi futuro sea un presente eterno contigo a mi lado.
Mama, avanza, quiero encontrarte en un beso.
Moving Being in an Ocean of Miracles
Small, oh so small
this glorious being
begins to become.
Perhaps she existed before,
somewhere, above the Earth,
for sure in God's mind
she was a lovely plan
to bless one's home.
Forming,
in this hidden mystery
someone called womb.
Growing, as tissues become flesh,
over very tiny bones.
Heart,
beating,
an ocean of sounds
swinging her fragile body.
She stretches her arms
trying to touch the sounds,
trying to caress our emotions,
trying to grasp
the unseen World.
Sometimes silence surrounds her,
and she cries of loneliness,
then she feels
a warmth coming
from a familiar touch,
trasspasing her fears,
and calming her soul.
She closes her eyes,
and just relaxes,
swinging her body
in an ocean of love.
Moving being,
just a little child,
a tender creature
expanding life.
In this Ocean of miracles,
life spreading life,
and movement,
peaceful love...