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  • She learned to say she was happy when tears were hiding behind her eyes.
    She learned to say she was well when sadness visited her as an unwanted guest and stayed around her all the time.
    She tried to remember walking through her path, the hands that stopped her falls, the sun, the stars and the love in the animal eyes.
    She tried so hard, but she only was reminded, that through her journey on her life she found hands that made her fall, knifes that made her bleed and the crown of thorns like a female Christ that she carried on her head in the name of Love, for too long.
    Today she just wants to be an eagle, forgetting all the memories good or bad.
    Someone said that is better to love and had lost that never had loved.
    Today she would go for the second option. That would take her higher, closer to the sky.
    She wants to be an eagle .No words, no more lies. Just listening to the whispers of the wind in her ears.
    She wants to fly away and see the world from above.
    Today she is the eagle that she wanted to be. The woman and her silent tears are forever gone. She is free.
    Picture by Cecilia
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