Women: A Deserved Tribute

By: Alejandro Martinez Rutto

Let me first say that I agree not to exalt women as being beautiful gardens decorating the universe. No sir, I think that this conception reduces women to a piece of paper reify ornamental and reduced to being a beautiful object and nothing more. So today I declare myself an admirer of all women and not only for its beauty.

I admire those who work from dawn to dusk without fear or reservations life time. Those who sow the seed of hope and harvest the fruit of life. A furrow openers of peace in the hemisphere of poverty or in the territory of abundance. Those who do not surrender to the evidence of distress or succumb to the power of adversity. Those who love their children but the crucify mankind, who put their hands in the fire to save the honor of their own: people who believe in the innocence of that falling on the accusing fingers all the injustice and wickedness .

I admire women who have conceived in her womb the eternal value of life-sustaining species and populate the world of imagination and the universe of truths. For those with weak or strong hands, big or small, lush and wrinkled as a potter shaping society to new generations of men and women to indulge their thirst for life and ambition to conquer the best of its existence .

I admire that in their daily actions of workers without passing through our streets break the coveted offering seafood, or fresh baked bread scented warm cool evening or tomorrow, or the sweet taste of enyucados and "joys ".

I admire them because their work is wealth and becomes a symbol of a country in constant search for identity. I admire those who in the peace of home is hard to beat the endless housework without resigning to plow in the desert of ingratitude, without giving up the search of sunrise tinged with the colors of the equity, without denying its task of industrious or dutiful young matron of duty.

I admire the young people here and there that have been impervious to the proposals of indecency and seduction of evil demonic temptations. I admire women who give us new courage by his presence, to which we carry in their hearts, to which they were born when we plant our lives in other bodies, to which we listen attentively, to which we gave to drink maternal breasts at the dawn of our existence, to comfort us when our pain accompanies a tear. Of these, real women, body and soul, without retouching or makeup advertisers jet set news, I declare myself an admirer.