PROUD

A free woman is an act of bravery, a social challenge, a rebellious song, witchcraft, madness. The free woman frightens even fear. It is an adventure, a folk song that swells the skin, but makes you uncomfortable.

There is no freedom without trial, without public scrutiny, once achieved you have to hold on to it with inner strength, with your breath, until the last. Once discovered you can renounce it, but it is not forgotten, it stands out, it raises dust, it makes you cough.

With a willful defiance and fear in her hand, that woman appears proud, even though she is trembling inside.

The Ignored Freedom

You are born to live in the unknown freedom of the earth, where the wind blows, the bird flies, the sea rumbles before the rock, you breathe the freedom you ignore, you live with your involuntary but free heartbeats.

You are the nightingale singing, singing a song you don't know exists.

The Persecuted Freedom

You grow, and you acquire the knowledge that you did not know, that which you inhabited without capturing it, and little by little if you are not especially careful the discovered freedom escapes you, you pursue it only to feel it slip away like water in your hands.

You are the roar of the lion, who rises to hold what has been achieved at times.