Do you care about who I am?
Why?. I do not understand why you should care about me, when there are so many interesting blogs, pages and websites to read out there – on paper – and here on the net.
If you really want to know me : Listen, then, …
I am ugly, fat, a bad person, a jealous woman who doesn’t care what to do for climbing the ladder and touch the sky, a normal selfish mortal. I have brown skin but I would like to be blond hair, and be the great Blondie who song about ‘Mondays’. I even don’t sing in the bathroom. In fact I just take a shower once a year, as French king -Louis XIV- did before 1789.
Yes, I am like this. You know? I do have, as all mortals, a dark moon as Pink Floyd invented trough beautiful lyrics -poems- or a dark side as we saw on the lively Stars Wars.
I can be a mirror, your mirror.
And, if you look at me in a beautiful way, I become a beauty.
If you understand to me in a intelligent way, I am able to be creative and intelligent.
And if your imagination is bottomless, I would be able to transform in the most great butterfly that you have ever seen and I will be able to invent a particular world.
And I am more,
I am what I have learned from my parents, my two mothers and my two fathers, my grandparents, my sister, my relatives, my teachers, my writers and books and all unknown people a bump against – if they gave me something as magic as a smile. And I am what I didn’t learn and what I still ignore by now, and what I have to learn.
And, I am a traveler who travels too closing her eyes and without moving her feet. I am someone who wants to live with her heart and do not fear to do and mistake. Because mortals learn by mistakes, and I am a mortal.
Because time can be short, I would like to thank all people I have meet once, or during a period of time, and all those that right now live next me. Thanking the past ones, the presents and future one that have to become, as a horse would do, I honor you all to say loud and proudly:
A big thank you!
Because I am because of you, because you can be my mirror or the chance to be what I would like to become, or the chance to learn and improve and flight higher for giving me better.
Because without another you – like you that read those words – I wouldn’t be.
Or do would I be ?.
Avec plaisir, as a French man o woman will say.