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'Spring in November. WHEN you least expect it ... ONE WAY

Dedicated to all the women before they decide the timing "commercially" in place ours, that you "should" celebrate (what?! Mah!) remember, every day, how much strength there is in us!
dedicated a bit more to a woman in particular ...

More sunsets, most of the flight of a bird,

the wonderful thing of all is a woman rebirth.

When they stand up after the catastrophe, after the fall.

What one says is over.

No, never finished for a woman.

A woman always gets up, even when he does not believe, even if you do not want.

I speak not only of the immense pain of those injured by anti-personnel mine that makes the death or the disease.

I speak to you, that this period never ends, you're playing there in a difficult job, every morning is a test, worse than at school.

you, implacable judge of yourself, as your boss that you decide if you look at or if you have to condemn.

So every day, and this novitiate never ends.

It's you that you do it last.

Or talk about you, you're afraid even to sleep with a man, you're terrified that you take off the air a story that does not flirt with anyone because you fear that the someone from entering your life.

Worse, if we remain caught in the middle you, then you suffer like a dog.

're tired there's always someone with whom you have to justify that you want change, or that you have to change you tenertelo close.

So you're cultivating the loneliness inside.

Yet you tell it, I will also say when you talk to the other: "I'm fine. I'm okay, I'm better this way."

And the sky falls by another palm.

Or that boy you're going to live, have lived there at Christmas and Easter.

In this man we've thrown in the soul and it's been a long time, and you've wasted so much blood that one day you begin to look for you in the mirror because you do not know who you become.

Whatever the case, now you're here and I know there was a moment that you looked down and my feet were in cement.

Wherever I was, we were close: In your story, your work, in your solitude.

And it was crisis, and you cried.

what God cry!

Do you have a water source in the stomach.

You cried as you walked into a crowded street, subway station, on the motorcycle.

So, suddenly. You could not hold him.

And that night you took the car and you drive for hours, because the air dark you wipe your cheeks?

And then you've dug, you talked about, how you speak, girls!

Tears and words. To understand, to pull off a six-meter long root that gives meaning to your pain.

"Why I do this? How is it that I always repeat the same pattern? Am I mad?"

If they are asked for all.

Then go down with the bulldozer inside your story, two-, four-hands, and jump out thousands of pieces. A puzzle

inextricable.

Here is where it starts. Did not you know?

E 'by the great liver that you want us to look like that, fragmented in a thousand confetti, it starts again.

Why does a woman again, however, has an instinct inside that will drag on and on.

You will need a strategy, you will need to invent a new form for your new you.

Because you are destined to meet again, to introduce yourself.

You can no longer be what it was before. Before the bulldozer.

not you excited? You will attract interest slowly.

Falling in love again, of themselves, or do it for the first time, it's like a diesel.

Part-up we must insist.

But when you go, go in the race.

E 'adventure, rebuild themselves. The largest.

No matter where you start if from the house, the color of the curtains or the haircut.

I have always adored women in rebirth, for this wonderful way of proclaiming to the world "are new" skirt with a flower or a cool blonde curls.

Why must all understand and see, "Beware: the site is open, we are working for you.

But most of all for ourselves."

Most of the sunrises, most of the sun, a woman in rebirth is the greatest wonder.

To the person who meets and for herself.

and spring to November.

When you least expect it ...

- Jack Crowd -