Las Curanderas

With her patchwork skirt
She mended the whole world
Sewing is the first thing
In a world falling apart
What memory in her lap
She sewed fabrics that dressed
With illusion for the first time
With strokes of a fine thread
To dreams and destiny
Of an old seamstress
Women who in the full moon
Look out the window
And ask the morning for relief from sorrows
Women who in the corners
Adorn with fantasies and sow their joys in all hearts
In a vegetable broth
She seasoned her sadness
And put on the table a moment full of tenderness
Sadness is bitterness
If it doesn't have the seasoning
Of that sweet feeling
That a young woman gave when
She said goodbye cooking for her love
On a low flame
Women who in the full moon
Look out the window
And ask the morning for relief from sorrows
Women who in the corners
Adorn with fantasies and sow their joys in all hearts
In all hearts