
NOONE BEHIND A GREAT WOMAN
08 Jan 2022 4 Comments
in MY LIFE AS A WOMAN Tags: career, finish, Flight, Husband, kitchen, names, wife, WOMEN

STORY OF THE UNDECISED HUSBAND
07 Dec 2021 Leave a comment
in TALES Tags: Husband, love, Lover, marriage, wife

A man had a wife and a lover and did not know who to choose. He decided to go to a sage to find an answer to his problem. He asked him if he should be with his wife or with his mistress. The wise man looked at him and took two vases in his hands: one with a rose and the other with a cactus and asked him: "What do you do if I tell you to choose one of these two vases?". The man looked at him and replied: "Obviously I choose the rose!". The sage smiled: “You have proved to be reckless and hasty. You don't deserve either pot: neither the one containing the rose nor the one with the cactus. Some men, driven by beauty and worldliness, choose the one that seems to sparkle the most. The rose is beautiful but will soon wither. On the other hand, the cactus, even if it is not very beautiful at first sight, remains the same, regardless of the climate: dark green with many thorns but when it blooms it gives you a beautiful flower. Your wife knows all your weaknesses, flaws and mistakes and loves you for who you are. your lover does not want you whole but only the beautiful part: your smiles, the victories, the joy, the caresses. Your wife loves your tears, your defeats: she is close to you for better or for worse. When the hard times come, your lover will go away and look for someone else. Your wife will stay next to you. Don't look now that everything seems to be fine. Things won't go that long. It's too late for you now. You despised the cactus for having the rose and you don't deserve either of them. But know that there will come a time when you understand your mistake but it will be too late.
ARTEMIS
02 Dec 2021 6 Comments
in FEELINGS Tags: abode, bow knife, moon, princess, rooms lady, sylvan, warrior, wife, woods

Young princess Child now grown up You play being a wife satisfied lady. The rooms of your home Polished dwelling- They might satisfy Your thirst for tea friends accommodated For years to come, For years. Your wise husband accomplished master He does not feel the pains Ignore the paleness. Behind a door Your pain is hidden Locked in Golden lock. You were free in the woods, with your bow and your knife, true warrior, and now only daughter-in-law. In twelve months you look at the moon, dreaming of that life in a sylvan abode, you wait to be sure that the wind will come back and take away your days.