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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