🌿💛Women...

🌿💛Women... 

There are saints and wives.

There are real princesses, 

the ones with the dick

and the stocazzo queens.

Those waiting for Prince Charming

and those that even the horse is fine.

The ones who want to lend it to you for an evening

(yes, they decide, always)

or that they give it to you for life.

Those who destroy your life

and those who rebuild it for you.

The sober ones, 

in the ethyl sense

and textile and the drunk ones.

Those who vomit bile and hatred

and those who spread love.

Those who act as your mother,

but when needed they fuck you like a father.

The beautiful ones, 

the beautiful ones

and those a little less.

The bad ones inside that are always worse

than being outside.

Those all hair and makeup

and those with tails.

Those with onycho artistic reconstruction

and those with bitten nails,

for the stress that affects them.

Those twelve heels, 

available since seven in the morning

and those in jeans and Timberland even at a presentation.

Those pissed off because he's a character

and those for real, 

with life.

Those in leggings with ten extra kilos,

but at peace with themselves

and those with twenty kilos less

but in an eternal argument with mirrors.

The multiorgasmic ones and those who,

barely, 

they pretend half of it.

The complex ones and the complex ones.

The simple ones and the easy ones.

Those who cry and those who make you cry.

And they must be respected. 

All. 

Always... 

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