my personal heroes are many
on the one hand they are all those old ladies on buses who somehow have an air of
life-joy-wittiness-class about them
the women who did not become battered by life
but made most out of it
who still have dreams
and cannot stop smiling with their eyes.
personal heroes are also the women who somehow achieved
something ..something somehow great,
admireable,
in spite of how life treated them.
women who believed in themselves and their dreams.
women who knew how to strive and did so...
with the help of great men.... (and now i close my eyes and picture the perfect the strong the witty the irresistable the sexy the i-know-what-i-want-is-you..and post this blog without trying to tell apart my feelings my hopes my memories my wishes my passions my heart my lust my joy my sadness my pain my cries my excitement my desire my fire my future and my present.)
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