Postcards II

I spent months trying to make the sperm that entered my body meet my egg, months waiting for that romance.
As if beings inside me were seeking each other, finding each other or not.
A subworld inside me, impossible to intervene in.
I wonder if a naive and distracted magical thought did not participate.

“To draw from oneself a substance at once similar and separate. To bring forth a new and different way of being. To bring into existence something not preexisting”
Dictionary of Philosophy Ferrater Mora