Putting New Floor In Boat

Irredenta RIP. Gioconda Belli


T here who think I have held over the mysteries of the body

the skin and its aroma of fruit.

Hush, woman! "I sort-
We further bored with your lust

Go into the room Undress
Do what you want silent

But do not publicize the four winds.

A woman is weak, mild, maternal;
in his eyes the veils of modesty erected in eternal
the vestal of all virtues.
A woman who enjoys
rough seas is only possible where the wreck.

Shut up. Speak no more of bellies and humidity.
was perhaps acceptable that you did in youth.
After all, at that time, there is always room for indulgence.
But now, shut up. Soon I'll

grandchildren. You no longer feel the passion.
soon as the meat loses its strength
turn the soul must go to church


knitting socks off and forced the look with the decorum of the menopause.

M and installed today
write to the High Priests of decency
for which, exhausted by successive arguments, we prescribe
women premature aging

the lonely sadness early on terror wrinkles.

Ah! Gentlemen, do not you know how much delight
hide the bodies autumn
much moisture, humus
how much gold glow hides the forest canopy where the fertile soil

has been nurtured over time.