I was born a woman …
I was born with a prodigious rustling
to improvise enchanting
forcing the mysteries to unravel.
I was born from an aggregate of cells,
found in a state of peace
and hot core of candor.
I was born to cry in secret,
to stick my temple to other people’s pain.
I was born to roam the inner vaults
to ascend high to the gates of Paradise.
I was born creative,
to build and decorate
the magnificent palaces of this world,
with my marble statue.
I was born out of a strange game
of imponderable nuances and fertile contradictions
making extreme leaps between suffering and euphoria.
I was born under the sign of perplexity and hazard.
I was born a woman …
@Corina Junghiatu
