If I Were Women

If I were a woman writer Ignacio Ortega If I were Blimunda, Saramago that character who had the power to see the souls of people, each box would record inside the men, as the black box of the aircraft, all the horror that is Novas Angelus, Paul Klee, the angel could not turn his gaze to the future because his face was inclined toward the past, and even the angels in Wim Wenders film "Wings of Desire? because women would be women more than men, embodies the comfort of the eternal or the promise of a future. It would be good to remember this March as March 1 each day to perpetuate the indelible memory of so much violence without limitation, the obscene gap left each year on aggression in a handful of women unrepeatable, heart worn, the frustration, doubt , the track dried so many tears. Time is to gather and join hands and know that all are necessary to reinvent a future without corners.

If I were Betty Friedan would be the other side of the wall of the men who own the story, and she would refuse, as the veil of male power that "love is the opium of the woman? and leave tattooed, as deep background, the memory that remains after every death, every rape and every injustice. For any more the voice of a woman miss the nooks and crannies for help sexist language, so that never again the gray morning destination is not the perpetual question unanswered, or got stuck between not knowing rebel hands. If I were a woman would open the gates of that woman still, frozen, inert, and I rebel against each telenovela heartthrob makes me dream and become the other woman who comes to life and begins its journey as a woman desiring responsible for his desire , their ability to enjoy, to love, to produce. If I were a woman I would own my life, my own space look exhausted mother, widowed or abandoned women and be there where exclusion is aggression, where violence becomes death, where wages discriminate, where the work indicated as woman and always combines feminine.

If I were a woman break the cobwebs of daily life that does not prevail macho superiority of some over others, but the balanced participation that illuminates a path for everyone, and not that other decrees enacted positive involvement and controls. And finally, repeated ad infinitum with Mario Benedetti, "my arms are not closed / not my rose plastic / and love of angels?. Always should be.