THE WOMAN I LOVE ...

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The Woman who "love" is Merini Alda. Signed Raffaella Del Giudice
   
 14/6/2012 ROME - Italian Cinquew.it asked women a contribution of a female figure revered for his deeds, his courage, his culture. Although no longer with us. Following the intervention of Raffaella Del Giudice.
"Fragile, affluent women, the matrix of paradise are a speck of guilt even in the eyes of God despite your holy war for emancipation. Smashed your beauty and remains a skeleton of love but still cries vengeance and only you can still to cry, then you turn and you still see your kids, then you turn around and do not know yet say shut up and wondering and then you become as big as the earth. "Alda Merini
Tell her, that stood for hours in a local bar on the canals. She liked to observe what was happening around, enjoy the life that passed her by. He loved life, loved his life and accepted, with thanks, the momentary unhappiness as also a source of inspiration and color of life. Aware of the beauty that every human being and living in hiding, left seething in his poems the influence this had on her. She did not mind the appearance, sometimes you forget the faces, that she was preparing to store the contents of every single person. What the soul said, she talked, she listened, the metabolizzava. He was a generous woman. Its more so gave to others as well as gave the world his verses without chasing awards. For this he was hated by the men who wrote only for the glory and never for the soul. One thing was, that was comforting, despite the sharp tongues and ailments that regularly dealt with caring for her self-sufficiency: his five children.
This woman, singular universe and magic, was a source of inspiration and architect of his art. But we must not stray far to understand what he's so special about a woman. Just to gaze on a motherboard. Mine, yours. Every woman conceals within itself the secret of life, located in the ancestral maternal sense, and it is admirable the way was a child playfully molds the courage that will become an inseparable part of its essence.
Turning our gaze elsewhere incrocereste certainly the remembrance of the eyes of another woman, also special in his life is forced to cover themselves completely. But what makes her look naked, revealing that courage over the years has had to find so he could not fail in the laws of his society.
Travelling could still remember his face captured in a photograph, a woman from a faraway culture, which had to be brave when it was forced to surrender their children for a stupid war between brothers. His children have become soldiers passed and you have to say and do nothing.
It is not so far away the memory of a woman who dedicated his life to God and to Love. A true teacher of peace, compassion and humanity.
Each of these women imagine, think, seen, admired, and no longer existing, have one thing in common: the ability to listen, understand and love.
She fights for the qualities which it bears come out to light. Who made it in politics, who through their poetic verses, but whoever is at pains to let emerge in the name of truth, paying with their lives for it.
We were loved and hated, adored and disowned, kissed and killed, just because they are women.
Although we harbor in her womb the future, despite big promises and give birth to new hopes shake breast, we are still considered as the weakest part of humanity and therefore "deserving" of punishment and abuse that most often cost us life. And now I wonder: is it not a weakness the same lack of respect? Is not weak man who succumbs to jealousy and the madness of the moment? The passion burns man, but you need to set limits that will not be affected all that is woman.
I admire the woman who is fighting for this, I admire the woman who suffers from this, I admire her who is silent on this, I admire the woman who rebels against the monster, I admire the woman who can love no matter what, I admire the woman who makes every day special its simplicity, I admire the woman who chooses the word to silence, peace, violence, hostility understanding, love to hate. Every choice has a weight, and every woman knows what goes into choosing one thing for another meeting, but whatever result you will always find their ability to stand up and keep walking. Men tend to stop, but the women follow the course of life. They go on.
From these premises cured, I lay the groundwork for what will be my next work. As a woman artist, I will try to give voice to the thousands of stories pleasant or unpleasant that a simple look and a brief memoir, I can tell, and "butterflies will come free." (Cited Merini Alda)