🌲💛There are women who close their eyes,
listening to slow music,
which makes their tears even saltier.
There are women who proudly,
but with a lump in their throat,
they give up on happiness.
There are women who with their eyes photograph those splendid yet fleeting moments in which they feel embraced by love,
hoping to keep them alive and colorful forever.
If you open your eyes for an instant,
you can observe them as they scatter crumbs of themselves along the way to that train that will take them away.
while they scream their anger against the shaking windows of a house that has become a prison,
while they smile in desperation at those who would like to bring them back to their usual life.
There are women who will stop at nothing,
because they will never find the end of that thread.
There are women who have tied a knot for each of their tears,
hoping that someone will come and untie them.
Don't stop a woman's heart,
nothing is worth more.
Don't make a woman cry,
every tear is a little bit of herself that goes away.
Don't make her wait alone and scared sitting on the edge of madness and if you want to love her,
really do it, with all of yourself.
Hold her and protect her,
fight for her,
cry with her,
give her the most beautiful ray of sunshine,
always keep that light burning in her eyes every day,
that light is hope,
it is love,
it is pure spirit.
It's wind,
it's the most beautiful star of any night...
💛💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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