Woman's Prayer

I keep praying
I wounded angel
who's beating hard his head
against a stone sky
against a cruel lie
you, the idol of indifference
Only poor man can receive here
your holy bless
while he's writing another degrading rule for us
for women
My blood was sliding
against a sordid night
that lasts for thousand years
My womb was smelling
of sea and jasmine
My eyes were burning
of your eternal fear
Holy white linen beauty
listen to me
you're soaked with every salted burning tear
cried by women
but you're so far.