Women
I have seen a woman born of waterwith the womb loaded with promises,with the world frolicking on her back.I have seen her eyes that imaginea fruit falling from her bodyrolling on pathways and roads,growing with roots entrenched in her chest.I felt on my skin the smile and the omen,the sweet tear in the explosion of the universe,the hopes of the wings that hatchlearning to fly in her dreams.I've seen a womanilluminating the world with her wombthe only light that guides herthe only grip in her present...Strange is to make earth happinessand from a satellite love one's crescent.I have seen a woman born of waterwith the world widening her navel,like sweet pomegranate that ripens,preparing their meat for sacrifice.
Metamorphosis
There are days when I wake up
converted into water:
Completely wet,
bottomless
inhabited by lights,
touching everything.
Days when I feel like the ocean
dancing to the rhythm of the universe,
making me swirl,
raising and lowering my tides...
Then I crave your hands,
infinite blue bowls,
as the only container
able to contain me...
Metamorphosis
converted into water:
Completely wet,
bottomless
inhabited by lights,
touching everything.
Days when I feel like the ocean
dancing to the rhythm of the universe,
making me swirl,
raising and lowering my tides...
Then I crave your hands,
infinite blue bowls,
as the only container
able to contain me...
Aida Elena Parraga, was born in San Salvador, El Salvador on August 7th 1966. She is an artist, writer, and poet. In 1995 her artistic talents won her first place in the Central American Literature Essay Competition for young women, convened by UNESCO. She spent many years teaching in China, in the 90s and later in the decade went back to her hometown in El Salvador where she currently still resides in.
Poetry originally written in Spanish, translated by me. =)

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