her father was a member of the Socialist Party
and some days maybe even her mother was a member
so she became a woman in a landscape
full of sweet promises and old-fashioned ideals
she knew
she was as irresistible and arrogant
as the coming Revolution
when she walked the city streets of O.
a dark shadow followed her steps
and also when she drove the highways
but she learnt how to live in a sad men’s world
and to survive all civil wars
waiting on her balcony
she was so animal
she was so human
a child of unknown soldiers
sweet and bitter
as our chocolates
a fondant heart
in a black skirt
