No words can describe,
to this human pain.
That leaves me survive
not be
greater than my love. That leaves me survive
not be
But this woman that I am, if you can describe.
Gioconda Belli, it seems that he succeeded.
From the woman I am, sometimes I get to watch those that could have been; gorgeous women, hardworking, good wives, paragon wishing my mother. do not know why whole life I've been rebelling against them. Hate your threats on my body. Blame their lives impeccable strange curse, inspire me. disowns his good offices; of tears hidden from the husband, of shame of their nakedness under the pressed and starched underwear. These women, however, I watch from inside the mirror, raise your finger and, sometimes, I give her reproachful looks and I want to win universal acceptance, be the "good girl", the "decent woman "La Gioconda impeccable. me out ten conduct the party, the state, friendship, my family, my children and all other beings abundant that populate this world of ours. This inevitable contradiction between what should have been and what it is, many battles I have fought deadly bites battles against me them-they dwell in me wanting to be myself- maternal transgressing commandments painful tearing and stuttering internal women that since childhood, I twisted eyes because I do not fit the perfect mold of your dreams, because I dare to be this crazy, fallible, tender and vulnerable, who falls like a lost soul just causes, handsome men , and playful words.
Because, as an adult, I dared children live closed, and made love on desk -in-office hours and broke ties inviolable and dared to enjoy a healthy body and winding with the genes of all my ancestors endowed me. do not blame anyone. Rather, I appreciate the gifts. I do not regret anything, and said Edith Piaf. But in the dark well I'm falling, when, in the morning, no more open my eyes, feel the tears bidding; see these other women waiting in the lobby, brandishing convictions against my happiness. Undaunted good girls surrounding me their children's songs and dance with me against this woman fledged, full . This woman breast breasts and hips that for my mother and against it,
I like to be. Thanks
Gioconda, do my best description.
Because, as an adult, I dared children live closed, and made love on desk -in-office hours and broke ties inviolable and dared to enjoy a healthy body and winding with the genes of all my ancestors endowed me. do not blame anyone. Rather, I appreciate the gifts. I do not regret anything, and said Edith Piaf. But in the dark well I'm falling, when, in the morning, no more open my eyes, feel the tears bidding; see these other women waiting in the lobby, brandishing convictions against my happiness. Undaunted good girls surrounding me their children's songs and dance with me against this woman fledged, full . This woman breast breasts and hips that for my mother and against it,
I like to be. Thanks
Gioconda, do my best description.
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