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I like to see you talk about the kitchen
With the seriousness that Gorbachev approaches the subject
Of the fall of his curtain
I like to see you mend my pants
That would have ended up in the garbage
If the situation had been different
I like to see you smile when the normal thing was to cry
I have always liked you and today I like you much more
Because without alluding to fortune
That moonlit night your belly became a cradle
Bringing the fruit of something mutual
And your work is so sacred
That by giving birth with pain you materialize love
Becoming human the feeling
I like to see you in the supermarket
Choosing groceries
According to the economy we have been treated
I like to see your abdomen in profile
That comes to remind me
/>That of a new life I will be the bricklayer
I like to see that swing that you have adopted when walking
And I like everything about you, even seeing you sneeze
Because without allude to fortune
That moonlit night your belly became a cradle
Bringing the fruit of something mutual
And your work is so sacred
That by giving birth with pain you materialize love
Turning the feeling human
I like seeing you in the supermarket and your swing when you walk
And so many other things, but I would like you the most
When someone calls you mom