Take care women
of boredom and monotony,
to expect from the “other”
the crumbs of affection.
Beware of believing
that are worth little,
that do little,
who deserve the bad
that befalls them.
Be careful of who controls
his restless glances,
the burning of her red lips,
the jingling wobble
of her favorite skirts.
Stay away from the unpleasantness.
Of those who pretend to be unfortunate
cut the warm from it,
loud,
and restless wings.
Do not accept misfortunes,
as a daily mission,
A way of living.
Come closer and listen
to their hearts that scream
already exhausted,
who cross their fingers,
so that one red morning
wake up in ethereal butterflies
sneaking out of their chrysalises.
Don't give up women,
that the world belongs to them.
They are no longer alone,
They live united and conscious
in this fight.
They have already released their emancipatory illusions
like hair in the wind.
There is a golden time,
that awaits them.
A fair time,
peremptory,
absolute
so that it continues to grow.