Himno a La Mujer
Ileana Calabro
Anthem to Women
Every morning I open my eyes
I dress in silence
I grab the duster
I put on the gloves
and I start where
I must start...
the kitchen, the living room, Rossi's room
the kids', the living room
to clean...
Every noon, I get energized
apron on my shoulder
utensils at hand
homemade flavors
I must cook...
eggs, flour, salt, sugar
beating and kneading, queen of the home
baking...
-Hello, yes mom...
And who is it?
At 8, come a bit earlier
so you can give me a hand.
Today I turn 40, mom.
What? You can't?
Come on, convince dad
Yes, 9:30.
Ah! You don't want to miss Susana
Mom, they won't call you,
that's all arranged.
Okay, I'll wait for you at eleven.
Yes, with the ice cream...
Washing, baking, sewing, embroidering
that's what a housewife does
cleaning, sweeping, and giving pleasure
that's the duty of a good woman.
Every afternoon
I start happily,
I plug in the iron
prepare the board,
spray the clothes
and I keep going
I must continue...
Shirts, skirts, even underwear
the aprons and it never ends
to iron...
Every night
he comes home from work
I shower, I comb my hair,
I perfume myself, I fix myself
I feel ready
to make him vibrate
up, down,
in the center and inside
with some luck, maybe
finish...
Washing, baking, sewing, embroidering
that's what a housewife does
cleaning, sweeping, and giving pleasure
that's the duty of a good woman.
