carta (nua e crua)
As so many it was one dayLike so many as today
Wouldn't dream nor wouldn't know
Neither close nor far away
Sometimes it snows in April
For me it is in June
That the wind blows feverish
In my life a scribbled draught
After all why the fear
Being mother is seeing the light
It is no pain
It is no exile
Of his lips I would think
Me and love in suspension
Because the moon thus glowed
Because the days were immense
My God which way should I turn
I look weird with a belly
Nearly always nauseating
It is time that chews me up
Indigently says he's going
He's not fair being this young
He's not human he's no people
He's no man to be a father
I hold not anger nor pity
Nor doll-like smiles
I am a being
Inside a being
I am but a woman
After all why the fear
Being mother is seeing the light
It is no pain
It is no exile
This nude and crude letter
I want to leave here to whoever
For me I shall be yours
For ever your mother
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