In commemoration of my mother’s 70th birthday, all the family gathered to celebrate in La Herradura, a town 450 km from Santiago, Chile.
My family: in the picture, my brothers, Javier, Rodrigo and Gonzalo (left to right). At the center is my mother, Maria Angelica. In the other photograph my father, Luis Alberto, who is no longer among us, he protects us from somewhere up there.
This moment I will keep it as one of my treasures.
I bless the seed that gave birth to my chant.
Which in a sperm river
Entered the gates of life
Carrying my voice on a Y
I bless the first trip
To the womb that took me in
and shaped me to come to this world.
I bless the arms that carried me
And gave me warmth and support
I bless the breasts that
because of feeding me, with dignity, abandoned
my vanities of youth.
I bless the hands that dried my tears
And washed my face.
I bless my Father and my Mother
And the shelter of love they built.