More sunsets, most of the flight of a bird, the wonderful thing of all is a woman in rebirth. When they stand up after the disaster, after the fall, one that says ... it's over. No. After ever for a woman. A woman gets up always, even when he does not believe, even if he does not want.
I speak not only of the immense pain of those injured by land mine that makes the death or illness. I'm talking about you, that this period never ends, you're playing there in a difficult job, that every morning you have a question worse at school .... You, implacable judge of yourself, as your boss that you looks at it, decide if you're at or if you have to condemn.
So every day and this novitiate never ends, and it's you that you do it last. Or talk about you, you're afraid even to sleep with a man, you're terrified that you take off the air a story that does not flirt with anyone because you infiltrate the terror that someone in your life.
Worse, if it is caught in the midst of you, then you suffer like a dog. You're tired. There is always someone with whom you have to justify that you want to change, or that you have to change for you tenertelo tight, and so you are cultivating the loneliness inside. Yet you tell it, I will also say when you talk to the others .... "I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm better this way" ... and the sky falls by another palm.
Or that boy you're going to live, have lived there at Christmas and Easter, in the man we've thrown in the soul, and it's been a long time and we've thrown so much of soul, that one day you begin to look for you in the mirror, because you do not know who you become.
Whatever the case, now you're here. And I know there was a moment that you looked down and my feet were in cement. Wherever I was, we were close. In your history, your work, in your solitude, and was a crisis. And you cried. God, those who mourn. Do you have a water source in the stomach. You cried as you walked into a crowded street, subway station, on the motorcycle. So, suddenly. You could not hold him.
And that night you took the car and you drive for hours, because the air will dry the dark cheeks.
And then you dug what you talked about ... talk to girls. Tears and words. To understand, to pull off a six-meter long root that gives meaning to your pain .... "Why do that?" ... "How is it that I always repeat the same pattern?" ... "May be crazy?" ... If they are asked for all. So ... go down with the bulldozer in your story, two-, four hands, and jump out thousands of pieces, an intricate puzzle.
Here is where it starts. Did not you know? E 'by the great liver that you want us to look like that, fragmented in a thousand confetti, it starts again. Why does a woman again anyway. He has an instinct inside that will drag on and on.
You will need a strategy, you will need to invent a new form for your new "you", because you are destined to meet again, to introduce yourself. You can no longer be what it was before, before the 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 piano. We must insist, but when it goes on the run ... It 's an adventure rebuild themselves, the largest. No matter where you start if from the house, the color of the curtains, or cutting hair.
I have always adored women in rebirth, for this wonderful way of proclaiming to the world "are new "skirt with a flower or a cool blonde curls. Why everyone should see and understand ... "be careful ... the site is open ... we are working for you ... but above all for ourselves ...." More
of sunrises, most of the sun, a woman in rebirth is the biggest surprise, for anyone who meets and for itself. E 'spring to November, when you least expect.
From a broadcast of Jack Crowd, radio personality created by the writer Cugia Diego, is based on the text of "Women in Renaissance" which I send as a perfect paradigm of Renaissance women.
Happy March 8th!
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