Women’s magazine ( Special Summer edition): Test yourself!

1) When you are going on a date, you:
A) Choose some jeans and a nice sweater!
B) Dress something casual, but elegant!
C) Look like a pretentious bitch!

2) On a first date, you prefer:
A) Going to the movies
B) Going to a nice restaurant.
C) Going to a fashionable disco

Solution:
1) Doesn’t matter, what you wear, men are colour blind. They just want to know if it comes off easily!
2) Doesn’t matter, as long as it ends where they want to…

Reasons

The reason I write is to make something as beautiful as you are!
L. Cohen

The reason I write is to make something more beautiful than real people are!
The reason I write is to make relationships simpler than they really are!
Azul

You do not have to love me just because you are all the women I ever wanted
L. Cohen

I love you because you are all that I never wanted
Azul

Dating

The perfect evening

The evening was warm, allowing her to wear a small dress that covered and insinuated the important parts of the body. The moon was glowing, predicting a magical evening.
She had taken a shower, waxed her legs, brushed her hair, put some lipstick, and polished her nails. She had chosen the perfect underwear (easy to take off) and the perfect dress. She put some perfume and black mascara.
The doorbell rang, he showed up at 7 o’clock sharp. He had drunk a whiskey and had paid a visit to the nearest brothel (the evening could go wrong). He opened the door for her and drove carefully to the restaurant.
The food was great, though she didn’t eat much. She didn’t want to get fat. He didn’t eat much either, he didn’t want her to think of him as a pig. He chose the wine; she hated it, but smiled. They skipped dessert. He insisted on paying the bill, though she made more money than him.
He drove her to her house and she invited him for a night cap.

(…) XXX
On the next morning, he dressed himself and left in silence, pleased. She opened her eyes, unsatisfied, hoping for a call that would never happen.

Where is Eden?

Eden for men
(…)
When evening comes

The wife/mother gets home from work and from picking up the children. She cooks dinner, sets the table, bathes the little one, supervises homework and drawings and waits for the man…
The man gets home (smell of beer on his breath), eats dinner and watches the news, while a food battle is taking place; pieces of food fly all over: “God woman, why don’t you educate YOUR children?”
The wife/mother puts the kids to bed and tells them a story about princess perfect and prince charming.

When night falls

The wife/lover goes to bed. The man goes to bed. The man asks her to undress (it is not worth the trouble), while he breathes hard and gets on top of her. He groans, she thinks about the pile of clothes she has to iron, and how her son loves ballet, and how her daughter loves football, and how the baby is getting big… The man falls asleep and the woman stays awake thinking about life…

There are some women

There are some women

There are some women
who should have mountains
to bear their names to time.

Gravemarkers are meaningless
or grey,
and daughters do not go faraway
to win the fist
their mother´s arms will always seem.

I never had a friend...
She lived and died in mighty opression
and with no dignity
left no book, daughter, husband or lover to mourn.

This is a mourning song
but also the naming of a mountain
on which we walk
fragant, dark and softly black
under the heavy mist.
I name this mountain after her.

(adapted)