If a woman could be read

I ever wonder, when we will be able to understand women... This poem proposes an analogy to describe women, and their world within.

If a woman could be read,
then other would be my nights.
Which with a book I enjoy,
and a cup of coffee on hand.

It would be marvellous,
to read that story,
one full of hidden memories,
behind some star light eyes.

If a woman could be read,
its pages would be thin and delicate,
written with the finest calligraphy,
written by the most perfect being.

And on its pages I would find her thoughts,
the ones I always wished to comprehend.
The ones I see on her face reflected,
but cannot be interpreted.
For they are so difficult to read,
on her eternal world of her being.

And on her chapters, I would find her success,
the ones that made her grow
And on her chapters,I would stumble upon
crystal tears narrations, on joy or sorrow nights.

If a woman could be read,
a favourite book it would be.
The ones that never get you tired of reading,
as in every sight, would be like a whole new day,
peeking between the pages, to fill me up with happiness.

It would be like those texts,
that never wear out over time,
and that over time, they still make me smile,
as if my lips went over those verses for the first time.

If it only, if it only a woman could be read.
Idiots finally would disappear,
being able to conceive in their minds,
everything a woman has started,
or at least aspire, what she has done.

But, what i could do, with a book called "woman"?
Contemplate it, so I can’t get it messy?
Or not to tear the delicate sheets,
difficult to turn, with a rough heavy hand?

Maybe its pages wouldn't have sense at all,
maybe it would be as vortices in the mind,
of an eye, that inexpert, decided to adventure
on the most gently impetuous blue sea.

If a woman could be read,
it would be a thick cover book.
As the ones of the ancient ages,
that the more centuries go by,
they still preserve all their huge richness.

What could have been men's  delusions,
to see on that collation of illusions,
marvel histories and also deceptions,
as a simple story?

As that light reading,
of marvelous silk-made cover
When would it realize that silk os not on the outside?
that are the infinite numbered pages,
of so many related stories.



As if it was a light reading,
of great silk made cover.
When it would realize,
that the real silk is not on the outside?
What are those infinite numbered pages,
of thousand stories related?

If it only a woman could be read,
I could dare to give it a space,
on that heavy shelf of mine,
that could embellish and complement my past life,
the stories that I live now, and the tales that haven't been leafed.

Author's Note

I'm translating it from Spanish to English, I'm not done. If you want to check out the original one, look fot the "Si una mujer pudiese leerse" poem :D

PD: expect some grammar or spelling mistakes :D

Reviews

[misha]

What a wonderful piece. Great job!

[Fernando Dardón]

Thank you very much, you're so kind :)

[misha]

You are welcome!

[Moonie]

I like the poem though I always thought we were rather easy to read.. ;))

[Fernando Dardón]

Then you must change your mind, you are not that easy to read ;)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

she would certainly be a book that would be reread many times, and one we would leave on the end table by the bed...so that we could read some pages each night before we went sleep...and certainly the impact would be glorious dreams.

[Fernando Dardón]

Damn!! How I couldn't think of those lines to for the poem!!!
You're so right!! she would be like those books i love and have beside my bed :)
thanks for the comment !! :)