Hurrah the women who still know how to blush when received a compliment, who believe in the value of friendship, which are able to show a smile even when the world seems to crumble around them, they can give strength and courage to people in need by putting aside also personal problems, which dissolve in the smile of a child…
Hurrah women with strength and courage carry on with vigor their own ideas, which do not allow anyone to trample on their dignity, that do not compromise for anything in the world…
Hurrah women who love nature, who love animals, who judge people based on their heart and not on the basis of portfolios, hurrah women who are not ashamed to show their tears, because tears are an expression of the soul …
Are difficult women, those who have more love to give, but don’t give it to anyone.
Those who speak when they have something to say.
Those who have learned to protect themselves and protect.
Those who are no longer satisfied.
Are difficult women, those who know how to distinguish the smiles of the people, the good ones from those not.
Those that you study well, first to open up the heart.
Those who never get tired of looking for someone who’s worth it.
Those which are worth.
Are difficult women, those who know how to feel the pain of others.
Those with the soul close to the skin.
Those who see with a thousand eyes hidden.
Those who dream in color.
Are difficult women, who know how to recognize each other.
They are the ones who, when life has no taste, give flavor to life.
Here the original text from Mara Bagatella:
Sono le donne difficili quelle che hanno più amore da dare, ma non lo danno a chiunque.
Quelle che parlano quando hanno qualcosa da dire.
Quelle che hanno imparato a proteggersi e a proteggere.
Quelle che non si accontentano più.
Sono le donne difficili, quelle che sanno distinguere i sorrisi della gente, quelli buoni da quelli no.
Quelle che ti studiano bene, prima di aprirti il cuore.
Quelle che non si stancano mai di cercare qualcuno che valga la pena.
Quelle che vale la pena.
Sono le donne difficili, quelle che sanno sentire il dolore degli altri.
Quelle con l’anima vicina alla pelle.
Quelle che vedono con mille occhi nascosti.
Quelle che sognano a colori.
Sono le donne difficili che sanno riconoscersi tra loro.
Sono quelle che, quando la vita non ha alcun sapore, danno sapore alla vita.
What is a memory?
cannot see it, you cannot touch it… though is so large that you can not forget.