Mary chose to Bastet, the Egyptian cat goddess protector of the home, delivering mothers and infants. With its quiet cat eyes, pointed more directly to your maternal heart and an afternoon, compared to just divine order, gave birth this beautiful poem, that surely pleased the goddess and will take under his wing when it comes time to be mother. For the wisdom of the Goddess, once acquired, is never lost ...
YOUR QUE SERÀS
Et dic sense saber-te,
però et conec,
t'imagine,
t'anhele,
fa anys que et porte al cap
i t'enyore al ventre.
Despite my belly,
(exaggerated by the believers of the religion of 90-60-90)
and widespread panic in those stretch marks ...
(also suffered for years),
with yearning hope that the belly is m'unfle,
s'òmpliga to you.
T'acaronaré cheek passing my hand through the skin
father will talk about the secrets of the earth
and mother will sing the charms of the moon.
know that I weep with joy on hearing the sea dripping t'acull me by the legs,
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