Poem by Luz María López
I am woman
seeking the truest
denotation of life!
Thousand vortices of daring vigor
where all my tiny steps can be turned into a rhizome
for spiritual and flesh reveries,
not these aromas of paradoxical dreams
– so futile –
for I might get lost in solitude.
Never to deceive my own eyes and these hands full of warmth.
Never to lose the grip on time,
the love call offering a pulsing emotion.
Never to miss the only door to