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Noèlia Díaz Vicedo
6 (CANT I)
River that came to me without pity.
The pity of the potatoes in the oven
Of a crying child unborn.
River. River served since childhood
Row the happy waters that time has frozen
Now, I am what they wanted me to be.
I am just a piece of furniture.
A body with no flowers
And not even that can I say.
I cannot say I am a woman
Giving birth is all I am worth,
To whom do I go to ask about Love?