Here is a little golden nugget

a tribute to every mother!

A Bohemian Toast by

Guillermo Aguirre y Fierro

 (An excerpt)

Once upon a time a small group of Bohemian poets on a New Year’s eve decided to toast to that which was important to each and every one of them, one toast was to happiness, another to the future, and a few to love; some long gone, and some still locked in its embrace.                                  

Only one toast was missing, Arturo’s


The pure bohemian of noble Heart


he stated that he only wanted


to steal the inspiration from Sadness

And this way he spoke, with inspired intensity

I toast to the woman, yet not to the one


in which you find solace in sadness


not to the one that gives us her charms


when you kiss her soft and scented curls

I do not toast to her … No, comrades


Sorry that this time I don’t please you


I toast to the woman, but only to one


to the one that offered me delights


and engulfed me with her kisses


I toast to the woman that tucked me in the crib

I toast to the woman that taught me from childhood


the value of profound and truthful love


I toast to the woman who cuddled me in her arms




and that bit by bit gave me her entire heart

To that golden and blessed old lady


that with her blood she offered me life


to the one that was the light of my soul


today I toast to my Mother, to my darling Mother

To that sad old woman that lives and cries


and to Heavens implores that I return


to my Mother, bohemians, who is the sweetness


poured into my sorrow and, in this night, a star


who wishes that I soon be with her

The bohemian became silent


and not a word spoiled the sentiment


born from pain and tenderness


and it appeared that, over that atmosphere,


was immensely floating …

A Poem of Love and Sorrow

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