ETHEREAL MATERIAL . My children are by far my greatest revolution . Twice I orbited complete like a gravid planet around the sun. I wrote new names in the celestial script, with disquiet, alarm, sedition. . I toasted them with other women, with whiskey and with beer. in the planet where we women drink a toast to things that grow, and despite them. . Happy and ill-fated I made my revolution a conquest and an open wound of those times when I orbited complete. . I keep it fresh to let enter me a certain unrecognisable family air that now my children exhale as naturally as can be.