When a woman is expecting a child becomes more beautiful. It gives off light. Because she knows be waiting with great hope and peace. His favorite is the one time of Advent. Advent of a life. Mystery of the rise of the womb, the poet who was portrayed by Fabrizio De André in his song. Poetry of a sacred birth and the birth of every day. Poem dedicated to Mary and all women because all women have written in the heart of motherhood.
The amazement in your eyes went
your hands around his shoulders and empty
it will remove the sides
the precise form of a life recently
of that secret which is revealed
when the belly rises.
And so you go, Mary, among other people
that collects around your pass,
hedge that looks do not hurt
in the season to be a mother.
know that within an hour maybe cry
then your hand will hide a smile
joy and pain have an uncertain border
in the season that illuminates the face.
Ave Maria, now that you're a woman
ave women like you, Mary,
females a day for a new love
poor rich or humble messiah;
female parent for one day and then always
seasons in the season that does not hear.
In this enchanted time that leads us to Christmas, we walk with Mary to Bethlehem. There will be fulfilled for us the dream / project of our lives: being a mother.
Why "Our vocation is that of a universal motherhood: to guard, protect, care for, love. We all have the supreme task of guarding the lives with our lives. Especially vulnerable lives." (Hermes Ronchi)
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