The little book of nightmares #1
"I don’t know why you hold that grudge."
"Oh don’t you? It’s just because I needed to hold on to something after you left me falling."
"Mom, I want a pink dress!"
"Pink, honey? Pink isn’t for girls. Don’t you want a blue one, like Dorothy or Alice?"
Resigned, the girl accepted the blue dress.
"I want a blue dress, mom."
"Blue, honey? Blue isn’t for girls. Don’t you want a pink one, like Barbie?"
The girl sighed, kicked the rack to the ground, and walked over the sea of pink dresses, screaming that she would only come back for another life when humans finally decide on something.
all ego among the flowers
But it was just the rain coming
It is time for men to start trading this false notion of privilege imposed by a crushing society, which feeds itself from unbalance and unfairness, by the real benefits that gender equality brings to all of us.
And it is also time for us men to understand that feminism isn’t about women ruling over men, but women affirming their right to not be ruled.
She decided then to send it all to hell:
the good night was a greeting, the good morning a farewell.
Tall, wide, and deep as far as my imagination can go.
He just wished he could have then, when it was her hair slipping through his fingers, the same notion that nothing is forever, and that at some point his hands would be dry and empty again.
Unfinished lives #22