Poema sobre la violencia contra la mujer

Women sold like oil

Girls supply, real estate

In photoshop and internet

The naked women lie

Empty faces on stage

In the cot a forged heart

In the anvil of the night

Women ply their trade

Picking flowers among the whips;

They raped them

They filled their bellies with blood and lead.

The virgins of Vukovar

The Virgins of Srebrenica

With the pain of the centuries

With the fear of words, ears and eyes

In the golden embroidery of the West

Like black crows

Crucified

African virgins

In the ivory chalices the sweat

Of the virgins of India

The cradles of the girls watered with the seed

Cobra

Thousand and one night of fear

Of the virgins in Arabia

In afghanistan

Of fear between the walls

That will rip out your heart

The women whose eyes

They will never see the morning star

The women who disappear in the heat of summer

Between shadows