Being a Woman...

Being Woman.


To be woman, Born bringing the soul cut
For joys of life, freedom and love;
To try the ethereal glories and haughty escalade
In the eternal aspiration of a superior dream…

To be woman, to want another pure and winged soul
be able, with her, to transpose the infinite;
To feel life sad, insipid, isolated
To look for a companion and find a master...

To be woman, calculate the whole short infinite
For the wide expansion of the wanted outbreak
In the spiritual ascension to perfect ideals.

To be woman, oh! Merciless sadness!
be in life which an inert eagle, arrested
To the heavy metal chains of social precepts!



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