I wondered yesterday if the whole write or not write something because I do not know if she is a woman who does not know, but these are days, like those on 8 March that will take you to do all sorts of thoughts ...
So to curb the problem I thought I'd ask, and March 9? Yes, the day after, what happens? apart from the withered mimosa if we did not adequately put in fresh, but the world has become aware that on March 9? Is there something else in the world that makes me feel more peaceful to live my life?
I'm afraid not, today we women, girls, daughters, mothers, wives, sisters, friends, girls who have to deal with men and boys, fathers, husbands, brothers, friends, guys. We are different and proud of it, always in search of a role, that of which we have invested, what we have imposed, what they took, what makes some turn up their nose and other value in the name of tradition. We are united and we are divided, we are stronger when we do not expect that we will be, and we unexpectedly fragile. We cry out of anger and love, in sadness and smiles there. We choose the men, and others they will end up next. We give up, fight, make choices and we know too rethink ourselves.
We are this and a thousand other things, we are everything and its opposite, and we have not yet arrived.
But today, today is March 9 and no more than 8, what are we doing to make our future a little 'more just?