It has been a long road
I am forty eight and lost my name or life style many times around this beautiful Europe of ours.
I have felt like Twain, Shania, at the times, confused, I was so many different things that I grow fed up:
-Am I a woman, a mother, a daughter of my country, what you want from me?
Should I marry, run away, study hard or make capitalistic money? Smoke or not? Eat beef or tofu?
I am be able to tell you by now: it’s been always me, surrounded by other souls.
There is no such thing as a label on a human being, except of that was given by birth right and is the universal right to breath.
No one care how do you breath, as long as you do it with kindness