🌲💜Behind a great woman...

🌲💜Behind a great woman there is a shitty adolescence.

Behind a great woman there is a shadow of the past. At midday,

when the sun is highest,

disappears.

There is adolescence with the whole repertoire of inadequacies,

full and empty.

When you grow up, you remember adolescence as a noisy amusement park,

but when you pass through it you only see the distorting mirrors: too fat,

too short,

too long,

too flat,

too thick.

There is also the kick in the ass with the one that catches you and throws you,

makes you fly,

but it is a vicious circle.

And the house of horrors,

so like home,

so familiar.

Food doesn't nourish and even fun is scary.

Behind a great woman there are exes,

ex boyfriends,

former friends,

the former works. “

ex” has that x which is looks like a cross where there once was a treasure.

But "ex" in Latin also means "from",

like “exit from”,

“come from” and thinking about it,

exes are also roots,

that's where it comes from,

from there it starts again.

Behind a great woman there are endless winters. 

The years are counted in springs,

but maturity is measured in winters.

And you learn from trees,

that trees are crazy to undress when it's cold,

but no,

abandon the superfluous,

they object and wait.

And you learn from the hedgehogs that close and the thorns go out,

not inside.

You learn that lethargy is not an allergy to winter, you learn lethargy,

as a break full of life and melancholy.

Behind a great woman there is an equal and smaller one,

malicious,

she talks and stabs,

where she hurts.

If you ignore it, it disappears.

Behind a large woman there is another equal and angry that barks,

she bites and if you piss her off she'll even piss on the carpet.

If you pet her she stops.

Behind a great woman there is no b-side or c-factor.

A big woman usually knows how to say ass without problems and above all she knows how to recognize when she had it and when she had it.

Behind a great woman there are no crumbs to find your way back.

The question is not how to return,

but if it is the case to return.

Behind a great woman there is a future that is not scary and "tomorrow is another day" is not a threat.

Around a large woman there is a circle of people,

of projects and everything is in keeping with the laws of physics and reason.

Next to a great woman,

sometimes there is a man.

She looks at him: 

"How nice to have met you",

he smiles: 

"nice to want to get to know you a little more every day".

Behind a great woman there are misunderstandings, betrayals,

the blows given,

those received,

those dodged.

There are "never again" and "never say never",

there is the desire to make sense of the senseless and to understand even when there is nothing to understand.

Behind a great woman there is a woman who agrees to become great.

With all the load of pain,

of suffering and beauty.

On her shoulders... 

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