NORMA
GARCÍA COIROLO
The light
At dawn
the sleepy light
infiltrates, advances
and turns off in its wake
the night the silence,
the shadows and the crying.
The sun is shining
and its brilliance runs
mountains and rivers,
sneaks into gardens
also in the houses.
Inked the trees
the flowers, the meadows,
the seven colors
shine in the lakes.
The color explodes
the light, the reflections.
The day wakes up
and the light discovers
the entire universe.
Woman
Woman warm nest,
wings in the wind
cradles the uterus, ball of life
where it grows and transforms
begotten beings.
Hera eternal mother
under your bosom,
goddesses and heroines,
they guide and guard us.
Diana, Helena, Medea, Antigone,
they forged the threads of life.
Ariadna weaves with the Moiras
the destiny traced, marked,
the turns of the road.
The wisdom of Athena,
symbol of feminine value.
Joan of Arc,
the golden maiden,
martyr, liberator,
patron saint.
Women, mothers, lionesses,
that protects life,
teachers who guide us.
Frida, Isadora, Marie,
creation and science unite them.
Powerful force, that changes
the destinies of the peoples.
Mothers who save
and who take care,
the sacred secrets
from the earth.
Suddenly
From the rubble
men move.
They smile, hug
look like children
playing in the square.
The Babel voices
they resonate, shut up
run through the streets,
call the houses.
All gather and
dance and sing,
and even from the church
bells are heard.
Peace has crept in
through the wide gate.
A gentle breeze
left it ajar,
and so suddenly,
through the slit
the dove arrives
and peace is installed.
The sun shines
farm fields,
aroma of breads
returns them to childhood,
Life begins,
also hope.
NORMA GARCÍA COIROLO
NORMA GARCÍA
COIROLO, born in Río Branco,
Cerro Largo, Uruguay in 1947, studies drawing and painting at the UTU School of
Applied Arts and studies of lyric singing at the University School of Music.
Poet by vocation, writes since 1966, published for the first time in 2012, in literary
pages of the Web.
No comments :
Post a Comment