you feel beautiful. More. You feel fine, elegant. If I lived in the last century you would have found it to be comfortable in the role of a French noblewoman, or a Russian baroness, or perhaps better, would you be my lady was an excellent English, even with generous servants. Walk quietly, looking up, haughty bearing of those who know and do not have to rely even need to prove it. Not dressing for sliced \u200b\u200bso fascinating: you know you do not need all you need simplicity, even if not sober, but rather refined. Not only that, but you understand very well, yesterday explained it to your friend in the cafeteria, a flashy clothes rather than hit the fancy of a man and stir the heart, it only grabs the genitals inspiring unworthy thoughts for him and for you. "I'd rather haughtily," you said the, "maybe a bit 'too much business in this environment, but more distinct that the vulgarity." And you certainly want to distinguish yourself. Work in six states, careful, indeed perfect, far beyond reach of where you stop and you care about others noticing. Maneuver so in a way that your successes are visible, without you to make them clear. Moves with knowing disregard a statistic close to the small internal mail, because you know that there are and will be curious to ask for further explanations, only to praise your initiative. We present meetings with data up to date and impress all the above information you should already have asked in the future. Ask other questions of which you already know the answers in front of their ignorance and suggest a possible solution, the right course, and earn their gratitude and esteem them. When you praise, mocks you: I can only blush. Smile. Sometimes a slight laugh and Argentina clashing between your lips just parted. Crossed his legs, turn around his eyes taking on a 'modest air that is ill-suited to your face. Raise your shoulders, close the collar of her blouse with a graceful gesture and speech changes. If you praise those who repeat his praise, not flee again and let you admire. You are severe: since six strict with yourself, demand, rightly, that all your colleagues are the same. Do not hurry the work bear, you are not inclined to excuse, rather than always looking for the dark side in the actions of others. And 'as if it believed it impossible that around your shining light will still exist some small patch of dark, everything is done against you, not just superficial. You're a woman: that is enough to condemn the men in a sort of retribution for all the harassment that women over the centuries has had to endure in the workplace. When the irritation is close to your face, then it's time: sky-blue and puffy clouds lurking in your eyes and hail lash anyone who dares cross the threshold of your office. Change even voice, you could not let you go to bad language, some unsuitable for a lady, with the same tone in which comments the last movie you saw. The neck becomes stiff you and all your femininity down shots in anger, as if all wounds, you think you've accumulated a lifetime of work, could be rehabilitated in a furious duel that pits your pride in the insensitivity fatua of others. "I am woman" think inside you in a flash nervous, "and do not want to understand, or rather, understand it too and do not give up. What ever happens? A woman, married, moreover, that works and produces much better than so many men? Whether prostrate professionally, that is denied information and its management is pruned if it does not pose any risk to the company. "This is what you read in the eyes of your colleagues and there is no reason to hate deeper. Insults aloud, perhaps focused more on who can not listen to your enemy. You know you have the excuse of reason, which nobody can deny you, and therefore exceed the limits of decency with delight, sure that nobody will get back to your place. However, you always have the excuse female hysteria: it is neither fair nor professional, but sometimes it is a convenient excuse, especially for them who think. I can not always find in a short time the road brings you to the serenity and then they are dark days for everyone. Talk jerky, frantic shake hands, spread papers on the desk again to rearrange them and divide them into different tasks. Remove and replace the glasses constantly, as if the concern that harbors inside could subside with the gestures of the body. Your face hardens, changing color as: eyes become thinner and closer to looking like two slits etched on the bias of a sentry on a watchtower. If I had not already stopped, and everything that you decide can not change, you turned to smoke with anger, just for the sake of deforming your image and attract even more attention on you.
not I've never seen you cry, is not strong. Your sublimated resentment slowly. Often you just blow off steam with someone of your confessors, which changes often, giving preference to new arrivals, especially if younger than you. With them you can play the double card of the woman of experience and caring mother. They're listening, you often fall in love: certainly not at the lowest possible role of a lover, but rising on the pedestal of the ideal woman or her sister's choice. They are there, with tears in his eyes, Rosi from this caste passion, look at you while you talk to them about this and that and smile and your face lights up. So, by their silence, the admiration that fills the entire room, is purified and regains your eyes clear. They smile with you, happy have regained their goddess and that it contributed to their loving sacrifice, to pacify. When calm was restored, you look around, rearranges her hair with one hand and you feel up to the top in those regions of the sky where the sun shines again, to resume your seat. It certainly can not say that sow discord or obstructing their colleagues. Of course, do not waste anyone your contempt: Your first feeling is doubt and guilty of such practice deserves a fierce hatred. You love to talk softly at meetings, as a student of the last bench, pointing out errors and transgressions of the speakers, especially those who are less familiar with you. Do not have a point. Take note, never forget the wounds that you feel you have received from colleagues and, as a hard drive of infinite capacity, all registers in the right place for you-there is no command that erases the memories-as if I could then ergerti, just you, a final decision on the Executioner lives of everyone. If colleagues do not save your hate-when-you think they deserve it, you know amiably entertain clients, as befits a lady, and certain meetings, which were entrusted to your care, take longer fluffy tone of a friendly between the and is not rigid courtesy of work.
not have kids now and do not want: you do it for them. "How could I be a good mother, how could I follow a child in the right way," comments often with her friends, "if you work every night forces me to come home late and often if I have to dine out? How could I stop working to take care of him? I can never have enough money for the necessary, and not sure I would see my son badly dressed or go to bad companies. I prefer a child less, but more of a sweater, and since children have not arrived before, now forget it. "Your husband agrees. It 's a famous surgeon. You love her figure, so austere and imposing , oozes charisma from every pore. E 'tall, slightly graying, the newly burnished skin and eyes serious. does not smile often, and commands respect rather than fear. He gestures slow, precise. Browse the pages of a book as if they were working open-heart surgery. This you have always been impressed with him are his hands long fingers and palms wide and soft as cotton balls of clouds can pat gently and at the same time they know affect rapid and precise in order to restore life. Each will turn his gaze of tenderness when she returns tired in the evening, the warmth that you know him without making him want to weigh your tiredness. Want to be a wife worthy of him, even for high points in this work. You know the challenge, even before that with your rivals, it is with your sex: for this you will come. Sometimes you irritate women, because they insist on flying low, like hens, while you have the courage of the eagle. Annoys you know who are happy, considering what a burden to you has a great sense. Look detached sympathy with your colleagues who speak of child, dolls, influences. Loves children, provided they remain distant. You say you made essertene a reason and you will look thin veil of melancholy, like a play that you wanted to just go and see, but you missed due to unavoidable commitments.
troubles you sometimes think the stronger your life: you feel it slip like a boat on a river current. Can you imagine broad, muddy, confused by the banks of the bush, like what you saw last year in Brazil during the holidays. You know that all this tranquility hides, sooner or later, a sudden fall: that theme is not the danger, but hate the idea that may catch you unprepared. Then the curtain and looked out the glass of your country villa, you hold the silk nightgown to drive away the thrill you feel more inside than outside. The leaves of the trees are dying in the wind and are lying on the grass of your garden. The fixed altered, you feel that something is leaking inside you: a kind of honey and would like to get rid of acid. Your husband approaches you, shakes you by the shoulders, rest a kiss on her hair. Silent. I wonder what he thinks? I wonder if he shares your same indecision, if he tries to slip beneath the calm surface of the river, or if you want to land somewhere on the shore? I wonder if the river ever thinks or imagines life in so different from yours? "I wonder if he lives, you ask yourself," and if I live with him. " The pulsating light in the sky is gray. You who know what you want, or think you know, we collected and indicating that the leaves accumulate on the lawn like a yellow carpet, you say: "We'll take them off the grass or dulls everything."
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