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Gifted with soft and tender hands,

Hands that comfort and offer affection,

Yet at the same time strong enough

To provide safety when it is needed most.

Women,

Gifted with shining eyes,

Eyes that gaze with sweetness,

Eyes that reveal what is hidden

Deep within their souls,

Eyes that do not know how to lie.

Women,

Gifted with delicate lips,

Lips that speak of God,

Of the universe and all creation.

Lips that sing poems about life,

Lips that become the doorway

Through which the true voice of love escapes.

Women,

Who show their suffering

In the most sincere and human way possible,

But who also cannot hide

When they are completely happy.

Women,

Who are proud to be women,

Even knowing all the risks they face

Simply because they are… women.

es el que se genera en su propio vientre.