Cuentos para Kati XI

We cheer upon your arrival and of that who opens the door for you, for your mother, the sacred vessel carrying you for 22 moons, feeding you with love and illusions. We cheer upon your arrival, upon the first time you open your eyes, surrounding the door with our protection, trumpeting at your triumph, at her triumph, at the end and the beginning.

The young mother questioned father's motives, his inspiration, his reasons to act in such a way, his reasons to force himself on her. The young mother questioned the lack of love, the violence and the fear of seeing father's face on that she might feel obliged to love, trapped in confusion, between resentment and love, force to protect the eternity of such an act, force the love of your life were to become as his father.

The young mother questioned the beauty of the one growing inside her, the health and the creature's future, in a world consumed in sadness, in a world possessed by violence, in a world where ivory taken with hate, leads to beautiful music, corrupted by its origins, by transcending humanity's ears from its violent oblivion. The young mother questioned the creature's future in a world poaching for tusks, in a world empty at compassion, in a world choking at omission, in a world excited at fashion.

The young mother questioned her passing beauty, her expiring charm, wondering, gambling the feeling of desire coming from mates against a life of commitment, gambling her dreams in favor of those of an unborn creature. The young mother questioned herself, her capacity of giving blind love, uncompromising love, free love to a little dot, arguably alive, ready to shake her entire foundations. 

The young mothers feared, the young mothers questioned, the young mothers asked, asked the old mother, why bringing another creature to this world, to this world, as it is, as it seems to be, as it will probably keep being, violent and sad and at the price of losing everything?

The old mother answered, because of love, because love demands everything but asks for nothing, because love has won already, because love is quiet, because love is silence, because love is all and because life is love, there is no logic on it, there is no reason on it, there is nothing on it, nothing that can be thought, nothing that can be calculated, nothing that can be presumed, nothing that can be explained, love is love, love is the decision of love. 

We cheer upon your arrival and of that who opens the door for you, we cheer at the face of violence, we cheer at the fear of discomfort we cheer at the fear of losing all that you blindly believe you are, we cheer because life, because life as it is, as it has been, as it will be, whatever it is, whatever it was, whatever it will be, whatever, life comes only from love.