Oh woman you look at the mirror and wonder: who are you?
You are the tenderness that embraces life...you are the strenght of the storm...the quietness at night!
Oh woman, who am I? I am the boat in the ocean, trying to survive...I am the wind that comes by and pass...I am an Eagle that fly high and a quiet flower in somebody"s hands...I am she who loves for the sake of love and give without ask...I am fruitful and empty, I am peace and I am war. I am the fire of hell and the coldness of ice. I am so much and so little. The moon in the darkness of life, the sun warming and bright...an incredible river of dreams, a never ending cascade of energy, the golden nugget, the black coal...the good and the bad...that I am.
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