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National Women’s History Month

Few people sit down to a table at a café. They talk about the CERN LHC (Large Hadron Collider), the discovery of the Higgs Boson, the Standard model and how great it is that the LHC will reopen for experiments. Clearly, this group has interest and knowledge in science.

The radio plays some music in the background. Then the music stops, and the radio host introduces the National Women’s History Month subject.
“Do you know when National Women’s History Month is celebrated?” asks the radio host.
“March,” answers the group in one voice. They have a great time, and they are not shy to express their knowledge out loud.

The radio host is preparing to ask a more challenging question. The group is ready, always welcoming a challenge.
“Could you name two American women scientists?” asks the radio host.
“Marie Curie,” answers someone. “No, Polish-born French scientist,” says someone else. Then … silence. Complete silence. None of them could name one American woman scientist.

This is common. Polls say that few people can name one famous woman scientist. National Women’s History Month creates awareness and highlights the contributions of women to events in history and contemporary society.
I hope this awareness will fuel our curiosity to better understand the contributions of women throughout history and their fascinating stories.

A mother’s words to her newborn child

Today I care less about sunrise and sunset,
I care less about the flow of time,
Because of you, my newborn baby,
A universe with different rules –I obey them all.

I’m intimidated by your fragility,
Your head and neck need so much support,
I drive differently with you in the car,
Always the question: How can I be sure you’re secure?

I babble, sing and make strange vocal sounds,
Things I thought of a little before you,
Bonding with you, building a bridge never to collapse,
Kept strong by my unconditional love for you.

Your bowel movements, I witness them all,
I change your diaper after each one,
Quickly to close on the diaper rush concern,
And have you happy, my sweet child.

Bathing you, watching you constantly,
Making sure the water is not too hot or not too cold,
Gently massaging your tiny scalp,
Yes, my little one, you are my universe.

Feeding you is such a peaceful window,
A quiet space, an intimacy that I will lose in time–I know so much,
I look deeply into your eyes, a rare opportunity of the present
To find my meaning.

The sound of your burping,
Eagerly awaited by my senses,
Triggers a satisfaction and liveliness today,
A memory tomorrow forever remembered.

At bedtime, I place you on your back, and remove
All the fluffy bedding and stuffed animals from the crib,
I change the position of your head from the previous night,
I sing you a lullaby, words coming from my heart.

During the night you seem to need me every minute,
Your digestive system is so small,
I feed you, sing to you, and treasure every moment,
I know few months from now you’ll sleep through the night on your own.

If I could start from the beginning,
I would ride the same roads,
I would fly through the same clouds,
Only to be with you again.

Life is a song played on an instrument
Without a rewind button,
But with you I can regain the past through my memories,
Feel the present, and dream your future my child.

When winter enters my soul,
You are the reason that brings spring back to me,
You are the reason to believe again,
You are me.

Words turned into stone

The song’s lyrics :

Words turned into stone
Words turned into stone
Words turned into stone
Words turned into stone

A weight added to your soul and mind
A weight added to your body and face
A weight added to your time and space
A weight added to your window of life

The stone is carried all the time
The stone is walked all the way
The stone is always kept alive
The stone is never put aside

I wish to go back and shut my mouth
I wish to go back and freeze my thoughts
I wish to go back and end my words
I wish to go back and stop them all

Assumptions swallowed into beliefs
Beliefs molded into thoughts
Thoughts shifted into words
Words turned into stone

Wedding Congratulations Letter

Sincere congratulations on your marriage! I wish you a conscious marriage; a marriage designed and lived in awareness.

Ask each other as often as possible what your passion is and share your inspiring dream. Build a space where both of you are open and transparent.

Please avoid living in defaults; a marriage consumed in default settings. While easy to do it, it will leave too much room for loneliness and boredom.

When you eat together, appreciate every bite. When you listen to each other, appreciate every word. When you look at each other, appreciate every sight. Life is too short to live it otherwise.

Travel together often. It is a good way to spice up your marriage.

Wedding is a time of strong emotions. The planning, the wedding and the after moments, all of them experienced in a high emotional state. If this state isn’t beautiful, what is? We tend to classify emotions as good or bad, but they are all beautiful because they make us human. Remember this next time when you feel down.

Did you ever ask yourself about the chances of you two meeting in some point of your lives? More than 7 billion people on the planet, I’ll say the chances were pretty slim. But it happened. Call it destiny, faith, or miracle; it is reality.

Life is about people we meet. Because the people we meet and live with are the people we create with and create for. So please go and create together. This is your time.

Life is simple. Please spend less time overanalyze it, and more time living it.

And when you feel like you’re overthinking it, just look into your other half’s eyes and you will know.

What better subject to close this letter than love? I wish you one thing on love: Don’t worry about losing it. Make the other more excited to be alive, prouder to be alive, and the flame of love will always warm up your marriage.

A piece of broken marriage

I cut myself in a piece of broken marriage.
I bled for years, almost I lost my hope. One day I took the courage to deeply push into my past of you, and clean it all.
I amputated who I was. I woke up today, a fragile prostate of tomorrow, to walk my way.

Her perspective

You gave me light, you brought me life, I’m here for you until I’ll melt and die. I’ll keep you company with my flame, I’ll dance for you as much as I can, in rounded shapes,  from left to right, maybe some wind will help me out. I put my best fragrance on me, to fresh the air around you. Just move me slightly in a spot so I can feel your skin touching my wax. And all my oily body texture will last, in your sensory mind, after the dark conquer my bright. By tomorrow I’ll disappear, so stay with me, don’t leave the room, you are the one for which I am, and I’m afraid.

Last night I waxed my …

Last night I waxed my past; I pulled my stories out from my clouded memories, and dumped them on bluish sheet of paper facing me. All I needed was the brightness of a flame, riding a candle, pouring into a soul more acute at night. I was worried about the pain, so I used a red wine based topical solution, just to numb fear.

The crack of dawn flanked a tired candle, a broken bottle and a piece of paper torn to bits. Tonight I’ll wax again.

Who am I?

I’m a fermentation of knowledge sold as wisdom by a drunk intellect, a box of desires kept under a cold pillow, a cry and a smile of a forgotten child, a triumph of past in the moment, a division of flesh squashed by the wave of time, a mystic dream whipped by awareness.

Or maybe I’m not. Otherwise just a concept, a definition of a complex human being drifted away from the flow of words.