MY SLICE OF HEAVEN - english

MY SLICE OF HEAVEN

2014   Early september

Not good life that women carry. Not good.

At early age we are educated to be princesses. When we raise the ground some inches and spans a enough weigh, the eyes of the "fellow men" to use a biblical similarity, feel undressed.

Initially seems to be a part of the training to be a woman. Normal. Later we take consciousness of power that means and this is just the aspect trap.

Then we want a Prince Charming. And there aren’t blue princes. A little blue are at the start (except Smurfs), then, after little time fade and finally almost pale. In the same size we feel transparent.

It’s then when those passionate views are appreciated. We are alive.

It is easy to manipulate men. For simple, primitive and misfits.

Yes. Misfit because they lost their "silver shoulder." paper. Do not know where to place inside the football field. The women are now self-sufficient, or almost.

Well said, it seems that we do queens and princesses. But not.

Still latent sexist attitudes. At work, home, children, and many other aspects.

In some cases subtly. And often in a non-voluntary way. Not necessary to be fierce.

The point is that this time we live takes us to impasse. We work, we mothers, housewives and as required.

We have fashionable that we do more than one thing at a time, compared with the futility of men who barely know how to make a good half.

We believe we are more ready, strong and smart. We are  prepared, sure. And yet relevant jobs are largely still  in male hands.

It has changed a bit, but it is a long way. Sorry to see that this evolution, the participation of women in important positions, is on the level of preparation and the fact that they are "women…, girlfriends. .. daughters. . ., Widow.

Sure statistically, women live longer

We want to get everywhere. We nerves when we do not feel appreciated valued and loved. And notice this lack of co-operation at home.

You can always say that there are rare exceptions, and that still has more value. But it’s not more forgivable.

I guess that comes from the role of our parents and grandparents. The habitude changes are slow between generations (the major).

We also need to adapt to new situations. Don’t think we are so very smart. This attitude of "Kick forward" sounds cool, but we do not solve the real problems. Gradually. Neither is simple our adaptation.

We live at a time. Everyone plays. For women, it is not the worst. Especially in Catalonia when has always valued the role of women, much better than other places.

We are relic retaining the name (almost all women in Catalonia retain her name and uses in all conditions). And we must transform this relic into fashion. Should be nice spread to all places. It’s right.

We are slaves to be wonderful? We are slaves to be super-competent? We are slaves to take initiative and caring family ? We are slaves to have the duty to care for  parents or grandparents?

We must pause to us. Stop to meditate. Time goes. And every day is a gift. We must open it early.

Some evenings, and now it's hot, I found my piece of heaven. I lie in the terrace looking at the sky.

As the terrace is "like grip" on the walls of two houses, makes me think that everything I see, as if I could extrapolate the "plot" of the terrace up is mine.

It is a world, a universe. And it is mine. Fully mine. While these small moments. Nice, relaxing, intimate. I do not like to think much but admire. Admire those distant stars. Air, distance, unknown.

And from the ground to the infinite is all mine. If a starship from another world crosses in the invisible, has also been at home. My house, my slice of heaven.

Women in power.

(a man)

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