🌹💙I want to be alone...
cuddle myself...
hug me...
think about the woman I am...
...I want to remain silent...
embrace myself.
At certain times,
loneliness...
which at times takes on the appearance of a sprawling octopus...
is a lifeline...
an island on which to find the serenity and sweetness of one's thoughts.
I feel the harmony and the symphony of silence...
it's like a concert that protects my cerebral sphere.
Entering another person's world creates imbalances...
a situation that...
at any moment...
could turn into an unknown or a distressing problem...
even if sometimes I want to do it.
I never understood why...
some people...
become,
in a short time,
too demanding...
maybe they are afraid of being exploited...
made fun of...
deceived...
used...
because they don't see us as we really are...
but they idealize us...
or demonize us...
and they make us a goal to reach…
so we become…
for them…
the halter that humiliates them as soon as, for one reason or another,
we don't reply to a text message…
as soon as we put them aside…
involuntarily.
After all...
we women...
we are simple...
we also like to understand how much we are desired...
we build an armor to suffer less...
or maybe...
we mentally prepare ourselves for suffering.
We are simply women…
and the real ones…
move with discretion…
and leave an indelible mark.
Women have particular perceptions...
more pronounced sensitivities...
more careful instincts...
precise intuitions...
being misunderstood makes us stronger...
we fight fear...
we face situations...
freedom is our kingdom.
I've always admired being a woman...
not in the way men do.
Sometimes I imagine a man warming up his dinner by himself...
making his bed...
tidying up...
do you think about it?
Can you imagine music without a woman?
Ah! What dull notes would be…
the lips…
the face…
the smile…
the women's body…
what a symphony…
what magic!
A woman wrote these verses that fascinated me so much that they keep them in my memory and which I dedicate to all of us women:
"I love women because they are maternal even at five,
sensual even at three, erotic even at sixty,
flirtatious even at eighty,
and their favorite activity…
be they secretaries or engineers,
housewives or office workers…
the real great activity they do even when they sleep…
is to love ”.
Love is a woman...
to love is a verb that must be conjugated to the feminine to be understood...
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