Pressure Point To Make Someone Fall Asleep

8 / 03

Today there is nothing to "celebrate", if anything there is to remember the workers died in the fire developed in the Triangle in New York back in 1911.

Many brave women to reclaim their right to decent working conditions, a few days before they had crossed her arms and began a strike: the protest continued for several days, but on 8 March of that year the leaders blocked the exits of the factory, locking in the workers, who remained trapped in the flames of a fire broke out inside the premises. Not intentional, it seems.

memory and the memory of that terrible episode has gradually weakened and has turned in yet another occasion for celebration of consumerism: bunches of mimosa, dinners and dances in places crowded with women only, strip shows. Women, those who do not like: howl tonight before a gym sculettante. But what's the point? Well, will not understand I do not care and never figure it out. Imagine that I also spent time discussing with a friend on this stupid: I do not like! Point.

It is not moralizing, I see that when Accorsi, Borriello Depp and do the most stupid jokes adolescence. Simply, for me drool [credetimi us drool and seriously] for the Side A or B, an alleged dancer, is the most vapid woman can do in this as in every other occasion.

But I will not dwell too much on this thing.

I want to wish HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY to all the brave women, women of normal I mentioned here women who every day make huge sacrifices.

I choose "my" women.

Greetings

My mother the most courageous and intelligent woman I've ever known, a woman who rolls up his sleeves every day for the family, a sensitive woman, creative and generous, unable even to think of something bad, a woman who taught me to write, create, to read ... thanks to her now if I have a passion for books because, as a child said to me " it's nice to read stories, no? "and I tell again and again, and I also m'incuriosivo inventing more and more. Sometimes we fight, some scream but then just take a look and make peace.

This morning, I was asleep, she came into my room he tickled his left foot to make me wake up and say "Congratulations ..." ... I countered with a smile and a strange slurred speech "and also"

At my grandmothers , brave women and workers, especially to my paternal grandmother [ read here], who lives near me, Donna at one piece of strong values \u200b\u200bto quale devo quella che sono ora, grazie ai suoi insegnamenti che mi hanno permesso di vedere in fondo alle cose, sempre. Le mie radici al femminile .

A Tiziana. L’Amicizia che c'è nonostante la lontananza.
A  Angela, mia cugina, all'Amicizia che si consolida pian piano, al legame di sangue che comunque ci unisce.

E poi le donne che ho conosciuto attraverso le parole [e non solo]

A Carmen Consoli , la mia Cantantessa sicula. Sono cresciuta sulle sue canzoni e mi sono sempre ritrovata con i suoi   “periodi” di vita, o quasi. Di certo, mi ritrovo nelle parole, nel significato profondo e mai banale che esse trasmettono. Donna profonda, che ammiro, perché semplice e senza troppi fronzoli, perché capace di incantarmi quando canta e quando parla.

A Isabel Allende , scrittrice cilena, la mia scrittrice preferita in assoluto. A lei che mi fa trovare nei suoi libri, tra le sue parole e i suoi racconti, la passionalità che io stessa metto nell’Amore e nella vita.

A lei che mi is dreaming, she tells me to follow role models of women ... those who love to your loved ones are prepared for anything: to sacrifice, to fight for something true and deep, to investigate the human soul. The Magic of Women.

A Oriana Fallaci , courageous journalist. She taught me the right and space for being in the world, here are women.

Women took to the streets shouting If not now when?! [my photos here ]

A Mother Teresa of Calcutta , unconditional love.

A Violeta Parra, Chilean poet and cantadora. Pure passion.

A Matilde Urriuta last companion of Pablo Neruda, the one who really knew how to love him.

her who inspired by my favorite poet, 100 Sonnets of Love. Los versos of Captain .

A Frida Kahlo, Mexican painter. Fire and sun out of his hands, courageous woman, strong and always with a smile despite the difficulties it has experienced. Anything poured into his paintings: a mixture of pain but also of strength, the only force capable of reacting to situations that have not addressed.

A Rigoberta Menchu, Guatemalan Nobel Peace Prize in 1992 given to her in recognition of his efforts for social justice and ethno-cultural reconciliation based on respect for the rights of indigenous peoples.

A Miriam Makeba, Mama Africa, singer and delegated to the United Nations, its political commitment against apartheid.

mothers, Women of Plaza de Mayo , symbol of justice, hope and freedom.

For Anne Frank, her written words, to tears reading them made me pay. His life shattered, her dreams missed. And she adds Sara Scazzi, Yara Gambirasio, Denise Pipitone, Angela Celentano, the twins and Livia Alessia and other small woman whose life was taken away and at the thoughtlessness.

to you Women Blogger in this virtual world that try to put the 'essence of things you do / read / create / say in life, like I do. To you kindred souls. To those who read me, to those who comment, those to come. To those who I adore. At all.

For Amma, Indian woman who gives hugs and calm the spirit. I hope one day to meet the Priestess of Happiness.

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Thanks to these women who taught me something, some less, some a lot. But they did and that's enough for me.

Congratulations to these women, to all those brave women who have not mentioned and all those that life will make me know.