"Nights knew that existias: a drop of life that got out of nothing. I was with open eyes par in couple in the dark, suddenly,
that darkness, lit-if a bolt of lightning certainty: Yes, there forestry. existias ". Oriana contribution, the great escritora born in Florence, Italy in 1932, describes this TERNA, terrifying "
letter from a boy who is not born", written in 1978, this feeling of love and at the same time to regret that we have some women to bring to life a being not: "Those that you asked me trouxesses the world, because you brought me, why?" a pregnancy difficult to be, in addition to the mother, a woman with professional success whose plans near before the announcement unforeseen this child programmed. My friend says that I crazy in preserving-TE, married abortou four times in three years. " This cruel alternative is also considered fugazmente by this intelligent woman: "in the darkness that you involves ignoras until it is. I could cancel-you and me you never saberias. terias is unable to reach the conclusion that I have caused you evil or I gave you a premium. However there is nothing worse than nothing, son.
What is really bad is never exist ". And so, the powerful triumphs maternal instinct about the reasoning and exceptional intectual this woman, and then, the woman-mother, seeks to protect his own Son, also against its own will. starts as, in the course of its short pregnancy, 3drawn and terrible monologue with: Surely, you and there are a strange par, my son. All in you
depends on me, and me depends on you, if adoeces, I adoeço and Morro, you morres. But, strangely, I can communicate-me with you, and you with me. ""There within ignoras what is slavery. Here, of the other hand, I you 1,000 masters. and the first love me, that, without – and perhaps even without that I-I am addressing you to charges that are fair to me, but not for you. Your meeting with the world will be a lament desperate.
In a first time only conseguirás cry. Will Be weeks and months, until you open mouth a smile. "You will be a man or woman? quisera that Fosses woman. Be a woman is fascinating, is a challenge which "Surely, you and there are a strange par, my son. All in you depends on me, and me depends on you, if adoeces, I adoeço and Morro, you morres. But, strangely, I can communicate-me with you, and you with me "There within ignoras what is slavery. Here, of the other hand, I you 1,000 masters. and the first love me, that, without – and perhaps even without that I-I am addressing you to charges that are fair to me, but not for you. Your meeting with the world will be a lament desperate. In a first time only conseguirás cry.
Will Be weeks and months, until you open mouth a smile. "You will be a man or woman? quisera that Fosses woman. Be a woman is fascinating, is a challenge that never reaches problems. You will need to strike-you to show that in your body smooth and rounded there is an intelligence asking with cries that listen Rubber-TE-ace the cry and, on the occasion, almost always lose. But I do not you quail: impulse-is a question is much more reassuring that prevail; travel, much more fun you arrive. Yes. I hope that you mayest be woman; not if call you Nino"" But nasceres male, feel-me-EI also happy, and perhaps more, because you can view free of many humiliations, many servitude, many abuses. Of course, you meet other forms of slavery, other injustices; also a man is easy life, meeting? And yet, or precisely for this reason, be a man will be an adventure wonderful, a joint venture not you decepcionará never. "I bought-TE a cot for children. After buy-from-I has reminded me that, according to some say, hold down un cradle before was born the boy gives misfortune. But the superstition already do n''t interest However, something happens, the mother leaves feel the presence of the child. Visit the doctor and their words cordially indifferent, merger-in a nightmare: "you are right, since there is at least two weeks, perhaps three, already not grow. vivacity, there is no remedy. Is Dead ". Since the Fund in his heart seems-you hear the voice of his Son: "Because I exist Mama? Nel mio universo, che Tu fiamme uovo, tale scopo esiste: nascita. Ma nel vostro mondo l''obiettivo è quindi solo die: La vita è una condanna a morte.
e non vedo perché mi lasciare nulla di tornare a nulla ".In my universe, that you flames egg, this end, there is: birth. But in your world The objective is therefore only die: And I do not see because I leave nothing to return to nothing. "peaning cruel and painful, is the question that I never replied: "I myself was, the Son, who made you decepcionei of life and you promoted of suicide?"However, the mother he understands that the ineffable pain that child not born, is only an isolated incident of voragem of human reproduction: now you are not. Only a flagon of alcohol, to that fluctuates something that has not wanted convert-to man or woman. "in that it should do-it? But in any other place born 1000, one hundred thousand children, and mothers of future children.