These words made me discover a very dear person who suggested me this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v
= pNSJnW8VyW4
as a woman I would spend all women resurgence in these words:
"More of the sunset, most of the flight of a bird, it is absolutely wonderful
a woman in rebirth.
When they stand up after the catastrophe, after the fall
.
What one says it's over.
No, never finished for a woman.
A woman always gets up, even when there
believes, even if you do not want.
I speak not only of the immense pain of those injured by landmine
anti-man who makes you
death or illness.
I speak to you, that this period never ends, that you're playing
existence in a difficult job, every morning is a
considered worse than
school.
you, implacable judge of yourself, that your boss how you look
decide if you're at or if you have to condemn.
So every day, and this novitiate never ends.
It's you that you do it last.
Or talk about you, you're afraid to even
sleep with a man that you are terrified that a history
you remove the air, which
not flirt with anyone because you
terror from entering someone in your life.
Worse, if we remain caught in the middle you, then you suffer
like a dog. Are you tired
: there is always someone with whom you have to justify
,
you want to change, or that you have to change you tenertelo
close.
So you're cultivating the loneliness inside.
Yet you tell it, I will also say when you talk with other
: "I'm fine
so. I'm okay, I'm better this way."
And the sky falls by another palm.
Or that boy you're going to live, have you lived
Christmas and Easter.
In this man we've thrown in the soul and is
been a long time, and you've thrown
so much blood that one day begin to look for
in the mirror because you do not know who you become.
Whatever the case, now you're here and I know there was a
time you looked down and my feet were in cement.
Wherever I was, we were close: In your story,
in your work, in your
loneliness.
And it was a crisis, and you cried.
what God cry!
Do you have a water source in the stomach.
You cried as you walked into a crowded street,
the Tube station,
on the motorcycle.
So, suddenly. You could not hold him.
And that night you took the car and you drove
for hours because the air
dark you wipe your cheeks?
And then you've dug, you talked about, how you speak,
girls!
Tears and words.
To understand, to pull out a root
six feet long to give meaning to your
pain.
"Why I do this? How is it that I always repeat the same pattern
? Am I crazy
? "
If they are asked for all.
Then go down with the bulldozer in your story,
two, four hands, and
jump out thousands of pieces.
An inextricable puzzle.
Here This is where everything starts. Did not you know?
E 'by the great liver that you want us to look
thus fragmented in a thousand
confetti, it starts again.
Why does a woman again, however, has within a
instincts that will drag
on and on.
You will need a strategy, you will need to invent a new form for your new
you.
Why did you hit to meet new,
introduce yourself.
You can no longer be what it was before. Before
bulldozer.
not you excited? You will attract interest slowly.
Falling in love again, of themselves, or do it for the first time
is like a diesel. Part
plan, we must insist. But when
go, go in the race.
E 'adventure, rebuild themselves. The largest.
No matter where you start if from the house, the color of the curtains
or cutting of hair.
I have always adored women in rebirth, why
wonderful way to proclaim to the world "are new" skirt with a flower or
curl with a cool blonde. Why
everyone should understand and see, "Beware: the
yard is open, we are also working
for you.
But above all for ourselves." More
of sunrises, most of the sun, a woman in
rebirth is the greatest wonder.
To the person who meets and for herself.
and spring to November.
When you least expect it ... "
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