Te siembras en la noche y no germinas;
tu surco, abandonado,
sin abrirse a la reja del arado;
desiertas como el valle, las colinas.
Estèril tierra que labrar quisiera,
tornandola fecunda
con esta irrigación de primavera
que en ti pudiera penetrar profunda.
Pero mi regadìo no te llega,
se me pierde en quebradas y vertientes,
y yo tampoco arribaré a la siega,
yermas, como tu surco, mis simientes.
Oh qué disparidad inadecuada:
Yo, labriego, de tierra careciendo,
y tan lejos de aquí, languediciendo,
tu tierra descuidada.

Francisco Alvares Hidalgo

Woman....
Woman, the sun rises and sets on whether
you feel the connection between your tears
and the toxic rain the sky is crying.

The fate of the people
of this lovely lovely planet
hinges on your womanhood.

Equality is about being
as valuable as the plants
as precious as the animals
as creative as the force of reason
 a stone among diamonds
 a wave, curling, gathering, looming, crashing
as vital as any other.

Equality is not about being equally destructive
wasting your life, your gifts,
throwing the stone into the waves.

You are stone. You are the wave. Do you feel the power?
You are the soul-ocean. Wade in.