"More of the sunset, most of the flight of a bird, the wonderful thing of all is a woman in rebirth. When they stand up after the catastrophe, after the fall. That one says it's over. No, over ever, for a woman. A woman always gets up, even when not believe it, even if he does not want.
I speak not only of the immense pain of those injured by anti-personnel 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, which is a test every morning, worse at school. You, implacable judge of yourself, as your boss that you decide if you will look at or if you have to condemn. So every day and this never ends novitiate. It's you that you do it last.
Or talk about you, you're afraid even to sleep with a man, a story that you're terrified that you remove the air, because you do not flirt with anyone from entering the terror that someone in your life. Worse if it is caught in the midst of you, then you suffer like a dog. Are you 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 close. So you're cultivating the loneliness inside. Yet you tell it, I will also say when you talk to the other: "I'm fine. 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 at Christmas and Easter. In this man we've thrown in the soul and is a long time ago and I've thrown so much blood 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 story, your work, in your solitude. And it was a crisis. And you cried. As God cry! 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've dug, you have spoken. As you speak, girls! Tears and words. To understand, to pull off a six-meter long root that gives meaning to your pain. "Why do it? How did I repeat the same pattern? Am I mad? "If you are asked for all. Then 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. I do not Did you know? It is here, by that large liver that you want us to look so fragmented in a thousand confetti starts again. Why does a woman again, however, has an instinct inside that will drag on and on. You will need a strategy, you will need to invent a new form of 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. Do not you excited? slowly you will attract interest. Falling in love again, of themselves, or do it for the first time is like a diesel. Party plan, we must insist. But when you go, go in the race.
is an adventure, to rebuild themselves. The largest. No matter where you start if from the house, the color of the curtains or the haircut. 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 must all understand and see, "Beware: the site is open. We are working for you. But most of all for ourselves." More of the sunrises, most of the sun, a woman in rebirth is the greatest wonder. To the person who meets and for herself. It is the Spring in November. When you least expect it ... ♥ "Sis'Emy
