I am feminine and I am fertile earth! I am a woman out of the billions that have passed through this planet. Who sees me and who speaks of me as they wish, the other sex, the males. When do I like being seen and dealt with and when not! Nothing is more natural and normal in my life. They sow me everywhere, depict me, make me a statue, a painting, my glory is unparalleled.
Is;
For a long time, my story was identified with that of the birth of Adam and the forbidden fruit... but is it?
Is it my fault that paradise was lost? Is it my fault that Troy was lost? As soon as a castle falls or a crime is committed, or the balance in a relationship is lost, it is the woman's fault! Then the supposed victims, the men, all turn against me! Men are my tragedy, or my comedy in everything they write about me. Men are my prison, with small points of freedom, fortunately! When one of their spirited hands passes through the bars either to caress me, or to make me feel the desired woman I deserve, it somewhat alleviates the sadness of their commitment...
My lifestyle is strange because they shape me… as they want. Sometimes I am an Aphrodite, sometimes a priestess and sometimes a Medea. I am not really sure how much they know us, how much they have discovered us or how they know what we feel.
I try to decipher what exactly my life as a woman tells and I fail! I come from I don't know where. I am moral, I am a saint, I am a prostitute it doesn't matter, all that matters is that I am, what men want or imagine me to be, that is, only the continuation of the machine of the life of the world... mother! Heroine of every room and house, a character with great weight who creates masterpieces! Which child doubts me? I am an infinitesimal part of time and its tomorrow... therefore I am also a witch I go beyond my prison as much as I can!
And let them say... that, whatever I do or produce is almost nothing! But this almost nothing, giving and giving, I do constantly behind or in front of bars because I aim higher than my entertainers, my prisoners! For many years I was imprisoned, I obeyed, I lived as they wanted, now it's time for them to obey me too so that a balance can be established.
This is my dream and every woman's dream. Beauty and freedom at the beginning and at the end of our lives, since whether the world perishes or survives... depends on us too!
Woman…
I am a woman,
I am alive!
Neither a prostitute nor a saint.
I am dominated by life forces.
They conflict with each other.
Feelings carnal~spiritual.
Different desires.
They have no hierarchy, just different moments.
Moments that move forward and constantly propel me forward.
A physical desire that must be tasted to bring satiety.
The price is the wear and tear!
Spiritual desire,
which is refined to taste better.
The price of rejuvenation.
I am neither a prostitute nor a saint.
I am my nature, feminine.
I'm just between two questions.
I am a human being!
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