What is a woman?

[shadow93b]

What is a woman for you ???

A sexed being?
A being in love?
A male desire?
A sister of heart?
An accomplice?
A friend ?
A sister ?
A mother ?
A simply fantasm ?
A timeless moment ?
Curves that scare you?
Eyes talking to you?
A face that softened you?
The future mother of your children?
Or, simply, a sexual envy that will pass like many other things in this world?

For my part, it's all at once and more ...
Express yourself and say what you never wanted to confess, divulge or share. Here no judge has the right to cite under pain of punishment ... The only engine, the only truth is just good to say according to its own criteria. However, a bit of respect is recommended towards the so-called low sex.

For my part, I have no taboo and if I have one, I make sure to silence him.

Here are some examples of my passions. I do not have any kind, no race, no size ... I only have a passion: what emerges a model by his personality.

And You ???

Beings, women, whom I shall love, or have liked to meet, if only to confront me with their simply reality ; That of being simply a ... woman! A woman, is only a man like any other, after all! ♥

Nota: it is a very short selection ! The choice of the moment ...

[shadow93b]

Note : Poetry is aurorised

Williams Blake ...
in french ... the best traduction !

... "Je voudrais voir le monde dans un grain de sable et le paradis dans une fleur sauvage, tenir l'infini dans la paume de ma main et voir l'éternité durer une heure."

Fully in english ...

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

A Robin Redbreast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
A dove house fill’d with doves and pigeons
Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions.
A Dog starv’d at his Master’s Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
A Horse misus’d upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fiber from the Brain does tear.

He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar.
The Beggar’s Dog and Widow’s Cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The Gnat that sings his Summer song
Poison gets from Slander’s tongue.
The poison of the Snake and Newt
Is the sweat of Envy’s Foot.

A truth that’s told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for Joy and Woe;
And when this we rightly know
Thro’ the World we safely go.

Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight.
Some are Born to sweet delight,
Some are Born to Endless Night.



I open the way ... It's up to you to talk about it!

[shadow93b]

Luciene Delyle

"DE MON CŒUR A TON CŒUR

De mon cœur à ton cœur
Y’a pas, y’a pas tellement loin
De mon cœur à ton cœur
Je prendrai bien le chemin
Pour aller vers ton cœur
Y’a pas, y’a pas trois moyens
Je connais le meilleur
C’est facile quand on y tient
Sans bruit à pas de loup
Sans rien déranger du tout
Doucement, doucement
J’irai vers toi si tu le veux
Jamais tu ne sauras
Le jour où je serais là
Simplement et tu n’y verras
Que du bleu
De mon cœur à ton cœur


Y’a pas, y’a pas tellement loin
De mon cœur à ton cœur
Je prendrai bien le chemin

Pour mon cœur et ton cœur
J’ai trouvé dans mon jardin
Trois petits mots d’amour
Que je cueillerai demain
Il faudra bien un jour
Tu le sais, tu le sais bien
Pour mon cœur et ton cœur
Aller au bout du chemin
Qu’il est doux le printemps
Le printemps de nos vingt ans
Et dis-moi simplement
Dis-moi qu’il durera longtemps
L’amour était si près
Que tu vois j’ai deviné
L’endroit où il se cachait
Sans le chercher
Pour mon cœur et ton cœur
Y’a pas, y’a pas trois moyens
Si tu veux le bonheur
Donne, donne la main
Reste la on est si bien
Et puis ne disons plus rien
Toi et moi on est si bien"

Via Google translate ...

OF MY HEART AT YOUR HEART


From my heart to your heart
Y'a not, y'a not so far away
From my heart to your heart
I will take the road well
To go to your heart
There are not three ways
I know the best
It's easy when you're
Without noise
Without disturbing at all
Slowly slowly
I will go to you if you want
You will never know
The day I'm there
Simply and you will not see
That blue
From my heart to your heart


Y'a not, y'a not so far away
From my heart to your heart
I will take the road well

For my heart and heart
I found in my garden
Three Little Words of Love
What I will cure tomorrow
It will take a day
You know, you know it well
For my heart and heart
Go to the end of the path
How sweet spring is
The Spring of Our Twenties
And just tell me
Tell me it will last a long time
Love was so close
What you see I guessed
The place where he was hiding
Without searching
For my heart and heart
There are not three ways
If you want happiness
Gives, gives hand
Rest the one is so good
And then let's say nothing
You and I are so good.

[Roubignol]

Des emmerdeuses de première.

[LadyLuck]

The one wearing the white suspenders. That is a woman.

[mizlaplan]

2000 years ago an ancient film crew happened on a small drama in the Roman/Egypt power struggle:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5KCzdLiWeSU
Sums women up (and blokes ) perfectly.

[Estreeter]

Originally Posted by shadow93b

What is a woman for you ???

A sobering reality check

Originally Posted by shadow93b

A mother ?

That also ..... someone's gotta keep me in check

[shadow93b]

in french ...

Pour moi, les femmes sont des empêcheuses de tourner en rond et grand bien leur fasse. Elles nous soumettent commme elles nous broient autant qu'elles nous consolent et nous adorent ou nous adulent. C'est un lent venin au goût suave mais amère ou rondeur et rectitude se confrontent. Elles m'éblouissent et m'émeuvent autant qu'elle me font peur et me chavirent ... Après tout, la femme n'est jamais qu'un homme parmi tant d'autres. Suis gay ? Pas du tout et même très hétéro radicale. Mais c'est comme une peinture que l'on regarde où les couleurs et les formes en vous laisse pas sans joie mais en revanche sans parfois et dénué de toutes protections. Qui se veut macho, ne parviendra jamais à comprendre le corps qu'il habite en raison de sa féminité qu'il fuit. L'accepter, en revanche, nous ouvre le plus clair du temps des voies que les femmes se refusent à ouvrir pour avoir besoin du "père" rassurant et protecteur. Mais Dieu comme la Femme est belle même dans ses pires rondeurs .... Mais cela reste du domaine du subjectif en ce domaine. En quoi la norme physique serait plus véritable que la profondeur de l'être. Pour ma part, j'aime la beauté avec ce coté presque provocateur de l'imperfection d'un oeil qui louche, d'une lèvre dissimétrique, d'une teinte de peau (rousse) hors de la généralité, d'un oeil bridé qui nous renvoi à des contrés lointaine qui n'on rien à voir avec nos propres caractéristique ethniques. Peut importe si "elle sont chiantes" ; nous le sommes tous tout autant à leurs yeux. C'est un combat perdu d'avance.

in UK ...
For me, women are hindrances to turn in circles and great good to them. They submit us as they crush us as much as they console us and adore us or adulate us. It is a slow venom to taste sweet but bitter or roundness and straightness confront. They dazzle me and move me as much as they scare me and upset me ... After all, woman is only one man among many others. Am I gay? Not at all and even very hetero radical. But it is like painting that one looks where colors and shapes leave you not without joy but on the other hand without sometimes and without any protections. Who wants to be macho, will never be able to understand the body that he lives because of his femininity that he flees. To accept it, on the other hand, opens us the clearest of the paths that women refuse to open in order to need the "father" reassuring and protective. But God as the Woman is beautiful even in its worst roundness .... But this remains the domain of the subjective in this field. In what the physical norm would be more real than the depth of being. For my part, I love beauty with this almost provocative aspect of the imperfection of a squinting eye, a dissimilar lip, a hue of skin (redhead) out of generality, a slanted eye Which refers us to distant lands that have nothing to do with our own ethnic characteristic. It does not matter if "she's boring"; We are all as much in their eyes. It's a lost fight.

... french:
Les prétextes ne sont qu'un refuge pour les pauvres démunient de sensualités.

... UK:
Pretexts are only a refuge for the poor who lack sensuality.

Is it a provocation? Surely !

[MaxJoker]

Erm .... Not a man

Although I`ll only be able to confirm that for sure once I see one naked , up close and personal. We`re talking Boobs ta Moobs personal

As opposed to from across the street via binoculars

[Decadence]

What is a woman?

Jack Nicholson summed it up perfectly in the film As Good As It Gets: "Start with a man.. and take away reason and accountability".


testify!