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I love the truth, unvarnished.
not tolerate or judgment, even injury.
I have the healthy habit of slamming in my face dissent.
I laugh when I want to.
I cry, when I like, in my solitude.
Love does not beg, nor good feelings. They conquered.
I do not like Louis Vuitton.
I buy what I like. And, I do become a piece of mine.
There are days when I drag myself comfortable in Tutone.
It 's my way to hug me.
I have a vocabulary of wagoner when I enkindled,
but not for this, I lose my femininity.
I like to make love. I need it.
I was an unfaithful woman, if not loved.
Today, I love so exclusive, they are faithful and totalitarian.
I consider myself a lucky woman.
I had men that I have been loved and celebrated.
too much.
I've never left it.
yet, I suffered, I too, love.
I closed many doors,
not reopen EVER.
I never looked back.
I have no regrets, no remorse.
I have no secrets to hide.
I great friends, always there.
I never felt alone,
yet, I love the solitude.
I'm a anti-social
illegitimate daughter of a society that is not mine,
where hypocrisy is the master.
hate rallies and forced religious holidays.
My son is in first place in the ranking of my priorities.
I am a mother too present.
suffer when he is wrong.
Godo to see him happy.
For some women have a cold, cynical, sterile.
Certainly more selfish than some time ago
(forced to give, you only learn to take).
I, I think I'm just a good look at myself.
know the hard work and I know the courage.
I know the fear and pain.
know love and I know that you care,
but I can not do without.
not accept interference from anyone,
advice nor by whom, in life, has lived at least
a small part of my "experiences".
I have always fought, even for small things.
My everyday is a struggle for survival,
yet, I do not miss anything.
For Friends is a wild flower child,
are actually a woman and nothing else.
(αиумσя ©)
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