For many, adoption comes as a last resource;
for me is my first option.
Others try to get pregnant,
I try to find my child born from another woman’s seed.
They eagerly await 9 months to hold their little treasures;
I have no due date, but I wait the same as them.
And while others try to predict whose eyes will he/she have;
I'm happy knowing that no matter what he/she looks like,
he/she will be beautiful, because he/she will be mine.
jueves, 18 de octubre de 2007
Lately I have not been very creative. The though of beauty born from amongst the chaos has been banging my head. I guess I was in a “winter-y” state, cold and barren, but it’s time to flourish. So a new “project” has begun, a little drop given in exchange for a future.