When veto to the love, to the poetry.

When veto to the love, to the poetry.

When veto to the love or to the poetry

hundred it turns into thousand and the signs emerge of my mouth

the tears roll about the reddish cheeks
the pains of they go deeply and the life becomes exhausted
nevertheless, recovers her beauty in every step.

When veto the mouth

they extend an invitation to find other ways

to say being quiet

to listen shouting

to laugh silently

to finish with the injustice

and to demolish your lies

lying and insecure

woman of ice, woman of stone.

When you WOMAN OF ICE

decides to play at being a puppeteer and to make speak to others

for your own interests

I jump and get angry

because the others, much to his dismay

there have history, life, hope and dreams

if, by chance, them yours they are fragile

if perhaps They trampled on your soul, they stomped your hands

don’t think you have the right doing everywhere, woman paper.

The life, though it is difficult to you to believe

is full of love of multiple forms and colors,

flavors and smells. 

We have learned to love others with silent

quieting the body and adore pagan gods, distant gods.

And you, you are the manifestation of this fragile woman

fearing woman, plaintive woman, makes me sad,
gives me despite, gives me grief,

you're so empty, so abysmal,
So cold! I repudiate, and give me grief, only it wakes up.

Life, poetry, not shut, do not disdained, are not condemned

life, lady, celebrated, is danced and lived as party

in spite of you, despite my
despite the death, or rather for her.

Death, poetry, sickness.

they’re waiting me just around the corner,

blind alley

beautiful and indescribable maze of the love,

poetry, pain and passion, woman sandy

plaintive, empty, wife of another woman without a sail

distant woman, you are a daughter of the system.

                                                                                            Flor Aurora Méndez L