(Published in the Daily Reporter on 9/29/1910)
They want to convince people that at his age, and had to quench their thirst. There is no new water for the very busy who should rest the mud, rain, the urge ... the skin. Than 50 years, is sinful feeling. That age had a while ago to do a funeral hormones. That in his flesh and can not, or should, say some of her friends house in the flesh rather than the traces of lived experience. There can be no lightning in the night ... or colored lights again ignite their most intimate secrets. She disagrees with those who want to see her in a rocking chair waiting for the final journey. Of those who criticize him in the early autumn, open space capable of firing spring. Of those who from his own frustration, want to bury in their consciousness the fear to begin again at that age. A return to the calendar on experiences, what he has provided on lies. That grass lasts one thousand silences. Widowed very young, just past thirty. Almost 4 decades of this duel, down beyond the pain and grief of those who seek to compel reasonable to a life alone, as a sentence to be surviving only because of her husband ... now there are bells that ring in her nights in her pillow , in that being a woman-in every sense that word to describe-and who had resigned, but now feels that he has not done it for so long ... in the cold that has left jig bone, calendar, your bed, the woman I absolute ... to be limited, in honor to avoid what they say, in the same face of formal widow of his ancestors, a smile ... that invented that now, half a century of the shell game runs out, because he wants to take life just enough without fear of being accused of lewd old today when he decided to end this carnival as well known for her orgy of absence. No children. She lives with her husband's sister who never married ... until I stumbled upon this dream, which now holds only with the complicity of her pillow. Delves into the past, and feel you have been faithful to an absence of two decades. Browse to your skin, and feel tired by waiting so long useless. He has got a morning after traveling all the roads. Has dampened the garden of lilies again after only juggling scented voids. He has sweated every risk that has decided to take on the anguish of not be understood, and maybe even vilified. Think abort all the miseries of others. Let all hatred to surface. But as a woman has decided to rescue complete, and live the excitement of dawn just as the floods from a very early night on the dates in your calendar, the futility of his misunderstood life. Therefore, reborn at the end of the road without fear of condemnation. And challenge the embarrassed by the respect due to herself and what he now feels. In a decision that good or not ... I bet your own life!
-Smart. Educated. With academic and financial solvency, is shaken by claims of affection. While in the prime of his life, his widow on the mark ... all to many for whom this status is the beginning of a decline, where women must run ahead to the elderly and collected even in the experience of its best and most mature moment
- How is BA? ... maybe my story not have the ability to sway readers with the many cases that you have presented. It is possible, he says, with situations far more troubling and more interesting than mine. To shake the excitement ... but I think my obligation to reflect on the concept that women have, and what is convicted once it reaches maturity ... I tell it to, if you think you deserve post it in a low voice and so lots of people approaching from the vision of an exceptional character to the drama of the mature woman ... especially if widowed or divorced.
They want to convince people that at his age, and had to quench their thirst. There is no new water for the very busy who should rest the mud, rain, the urge ... the skin. Than 50 years, is sinful feeling. That age had a while ago to do a funeral hormones. That in his flesh and can not, or should, say some of her friends house in the flesh rather than the traces of lived experience. There can be no lightning in the night ... or colored lights again ignite their most intimate secrets. She disagrees with those who want to see her in a rocking chair waiting for the final journey. Of those who criticize him in the early autumn, open space capable of firing spring. Of those who from his own frustration, want to bury in their consciousness the fear to begin again at that age. A return to the calendar on experiences, what he has provided on lies. That grass lasts one thousand silences. Widowed very young, just past thirty. Almost 4 decades of this duel, down beyond the pain and grief of those who seek to compel reasonable to a life alone, as a sentence to be surviving only because of her husband ... now there are bells that ring in her nights in her pillow , in that being a woman-in every sense that word to describe-and who had resigned, but now feels that he has not done it for so long ... in the cold that has left jig bone, calendar, your bed, the woman I absolute ... to be limited, in honor to avoid what they say, in the same face of formal widow of his ancestors, a smile ... that invented that now, half a century of the shell game runs out, because he wants to take life just enough without fear of being accused of lewd old today when he decided to end this carnival as well known for her orgy of absence. No children. She lives with her husband's sister who never married ... until I stumbled upon this dream, which now holds only with the complicity of her pillow. Delves into the past, and feel you have been faithful to an absence of two decades. Browse to your skin, and feel tired by waiting so long useless. He has got a morning after traveling all the roads. Has dampened the garden of lilies again after only juggling scented voids. He has sweated every risk that has decided to take on the anguish of not be understood, and maybe even vilified. Think abort all the miseries of others. Let all hatred to surface. But as a woman has decided to rescue complete, and live the excitement of dawn just as the floods from a very early night on the dates in your calendar, the futility of his misunderstood life. Therefore, reborn at the end of the road without fear of condemnation. And challenge the embarrassed by the respect due to herself and what he now feels. In a decision that good or not ... I bet your own life!
-Smart. Educated. With academic and financial solvency, is shaken by claims of affection. While in the prime of his life, his widow on the mark ... all to many for whom this status is the beginning of a decline, where women must run ahead to the elderly and collected even in the experience of its best and most mature moment
- How is BA? ... maybe my story not have the ability to sway readers with the many cases that you have presented. It is possible, he says, with situations far more troubling and more interesting than mine. To shake the excitement ... but I think my obligation to reflect on the concept that women have, and what is convicted once it reaches maturity ... I tell it to, if you think you deserve post it in a low voice and so lots of people approaching from the vision of an exceptional character to the drama of the mature woman ... especially if widowed or divorced.
- You tell me ...
- I have 50 years. I married very young, at 22, and widowed just 30. I had no children, simply because my husband could not ... at least that's what the doctor told us it was, and who for the first time denied us any hope in that regard. I was a happy wife. A woman who, as such, he met a man in privacy. My first and only boyfriend. A special man who taught me to be what I have achieved today to be. Engineer I Civil and between them they gave way to a successful business management today. Once he died of a prostate cancer metastasis him ... I forgot everything to be loyal to his memory. I locked myself in the company, to make it one of the largest in the country. I live with her sister who was more beloved, who never married, and who was responsible for running the home. My confidant. My right hand. My loyal companion. I avoided social life forever. Neither wanted, nor did time for it. My family and him, always warned me that widowed and divorced twice had to make provisions that single or married, that would not misinterpret any of our actions. What better alone than in bad company. A kind of prison early macho, conservative, and protective until recently accompanied my grief. The fact is that, after many years alone and now that I am half a century, I feel that there is life again in the space of intimate affection. That against what I always hoped and tried to tame, the hormones are still there at my age, getting noticed and claiming a place in my life.
- What is the problem, if you are single and the master of your actions?
- My problem, and many like me, is how society views women in our country, Lic. On how he is stigmatizing them as libidinal if the maturity of his life, leaving the lens for presbyopia, the pills for osteoporosis, the presence of signs of menopause, sagging of certain meats, the conservative attitudes of some, the pill for a headache , cream or stockings for varicose veins ... and opens a space to resume your life, sex included, after half completed coupon. Note that it is as serious as I say, that for a man of 50, walking with a younger woman is a symbol of strength, that is still able to win and intimate, and far from criticizing is celebrated ... . Instead a woman of 50, you start out with friends, but are their own age ... and suddenly intimate with anyone, is a shamelessly old-zorrerias uproar. And the cruel jokes are present without considering the damage that sometimes we do.
- What is your case?
- A year ago, I fell in love. Adult love, we say. Without the plan of marriage as an epilogue. Total, and it is not necessary for either. Advances in medicine have allowed us to him and me to overcome the physical and limitations of menopause and andropause. We do not live together, but we share many weekends. After 20 years of a very long, loyal, lonely and felt grief, I I feel like a woman again. And I vibrated again as such, beyond the fantasy ... I notice that it was best to have waived so long to be women beyond the formality and social convention that obliges a widow to be alone. Today I dance again. I go to the beach. Sexually active and also less taboo and more wholeheartedly than when I was married, to access a fully capable of asserting not only my identity, if not the blame of it without hateful, or embarrassing hangover. But a result, my sister has stopped talking. His family, my ex-husband, but says he understands ... whispers I've gone crazy. That I stirred up the meat, after old. I "dazed." Who knows what to look for the man who accompanied me. What if I am not ashamed to thank me for "carajitos" over the years that I have ... well, many epithets are undoubtedly due to the erroneous social assessment of older women that people have.
- How old is your partner?
- 55 years. Divorced. Industrial, with two adult children while I chewed, I swallowed. But not because they fall right or wrong as a person, and I there as serious, if not because I'm 50 years "wormed" his dad ... imagine Degree! So at 50, is prohibited love, have sex, have fun, raise a family, traveling, dancing, going to the beach ... without being engaged in "misconduct" only if you're a woman! Clearly I'm not a girl, but I can say I enjoy sex more when I was married and had many fewer years than I have today. But not because my husband has been bad, but because I have less inhibitions about doing so. It's kind of discriminatory conduct. One sees men ask their pills in pharmacies "revitalizing" the most natural ... but when one asks any intimate lubricant to overcome the most marked result of menopause intimate gestures ... censorship show ... or at least, misunderstanding. Today I talk with my partner than I might like or not in private, when in my day that did not speak for fear that the husband thought that one was a fox. Today I can take the initiative in bed when I want, which in my day was a sign of lightness and therefore rejection. Today I can experience other ways and other locations beyond the common, without fear of censorship or recrimination. Today I can even experience, without risking being told ... and that "with whom did you learn?. Today I can say I do not like, no bother and let him speak to me. Orgasm is not just a guest booked him in our meetings, we can talk without penalty or limitation ... no need to pretend, as many women often play to avoid hurting the susceptibility or your partner's manhood. There are values \u200b\u200bthat have been replaced and I was missing. Experiences of gender equality that allows women to be active factor and a relationship, and not that common inhabitant passive and forced the pleasure of your partner.
"I'm listening very current ... which pleased me
- just not very modern ... I'm very much a woman graduate. Di step above social and personal prejudices. These are sometimes called principles are nothing but checkpoints that prevent us from being happy and owners our lives, actions and destinies. Although I must confess, I still have progress in this determination. They do not always manage, but sometimes tells you to, free myself from some of the social and moral consequences of being free. When we travel and stayed in a hotel, although not true, I feel accusatory looks. Murmurs censors. Gestures disturbing ... although I know that many of them are only in my mind. Especially since I can not explain to my sister, the family of my ex, the children of my family without disturbing their beliefs, their convictions ... to also know that they are entitled and must respect.
- Getting married?
- For now it is not in my plans and is part of the wonder of this new meeting. No other consideration that love every day. Zero consideration formal commitments, beyond what makes us happy as individuals and as couples. Do not know how to understand and support young people today have chosen to live their lives without so many complications. Not many closures. But also without lack of respect. No prostitution. Without sacrificing ease the way modesty.
- You seem very clear and decided ... why come to me, then?
- That's Degree. But I come to you because I want to tell it. I know, I know that many people read it, it continues, I believe. And I hope that many who are in a situation similar to mine but did not dare to take the final step, the den. That look in the mirror, ignoring what benefits you will say, and then indulge feelings. We are not old until we feel as such. Do not be afraid of passion, because it is intrinsic human. That must not close the chapter on access to privacy, while someone is able to motivate beautifully. Never too late to reinvent ourselves, and that each age has its appeal. Let us not refuse to live only because we get to middle age. That experience is going to mend any time limitation. That there nothing better to feel alive, we felt that passion ... that is capable of making us live crazy!
walked too lonely, perhaps too orphan ... and yet came to understand that love is more than just a word. That some ages. A social formality. A hard grass can grow, even in the absence of irrigation. That has no season, no seed ... or harvest. That is an instance where, despite the difficulties, of absences, the alleged forgot ... there's always a place to rebuild when survivals. He managed to retrace his life of others. Experience discounted calendars, recalled silences, nights, belief, lessons, managed to hide the defects of others for that mark the limited shadows, light became fireflies and how they, of course, that lit up the brackets to the odious obligation of a foreign securities daily. Therefore moved and jumped after a long duel, seeking peace of mind in this company in its peace quell the noise that your skin ... and where bells resonate today, hopes and incense. Now, in the complicity of their new freedom, decides to live, to feel, to do everything possible. To stop living in and nothing. To move the new dawn. A gifted enjoy the spring. A sense and feel, without further compromise to satisfy the new port, where anchor today, finally ... a good flow of renewed dreams!
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