sparse hair, collected from the air and diligent student, the girl who sits in the seat right looks around a moment, before diving back into the thick dense conversation with her neighbor. The hour is late, just before dinner, and she holds in her hands photocopied handouts of the best, with emphasis disordered. The clothes are sporty, a little analysis, practical and comfortable. When she turns her gaze to the other patrons of the subway, the girl seems to be absent, lost, almost frightened, but when talk turns to her friend with her face lights up again, with a light that no one would expect. Her fine hair and neglected all of a sudden they look like a flowing hair, turns his face, his expression becomes frightened smile.
sits proudly on the seat next to a girl flashy and elegant. The thick and curly hair above a face made up with care and balance. The coat color is the same shoes and the bag, massive and refined. The sound of the train covers the sound of the voice, but when the screeching became quiet, reveals a dialect, not vulgar in any of the expressions that you are able to sense the buzz among the other passengers, but definitely not very scholarly. She continues with a commitment to discuss their arguments. As he speaks, he looks around with a curious air, looking for some complacent look, maybe male. In the worst cliche, the girl would be turned away with enough to scrutinize the fine colleague at his side, but fortunately something breaks expectations: it is right when he turns to his companion that his face lights up with interest.
The debate is passionate on both sides, although the noise of the car leaves consist of only a few words of futile arguments. However, the words we exchange the two are not the apparent form of a deep and lively communication, hidden from the others. The colleagues they look deep into their eyes and reflected a sense of unity that enchants. In their tune, they seem to emerge from the background noise superb declaring her femininity, without ostentation, but with passion. The unexpected beauty arises from a combination of two opposites, but so far so similar. What is their secret? Embroidery fabric which holds together disparate?
In that moment I contemplate as they live, as if they finally do not obsessively think about how much they miss being judged beautiful. At that moment they communicate surprisingly its existence. At that moment they embody the very essence of beauty. It's that moment that can give meaning to life and hope. It is the unconscious response and subdued the "if not now when?" shouted in the streets. It is the moment when two women recognize and rediscover each other. As an old slogan that read "I'm all others," they seem to declare: "I am you, I'm all the other", not to confusion but to solidarity.
"You're a woman," seem to passionately declare, "and you're beautiful."
sits proudly on the seat next to a girl flashy and elegant. The thick and curly hair above a face made up with care and balance. The coat color is the same shoes and the bag, massive and refined. The sound of the train covers the sound of the voice, but when the screeching became quiet, reveals a dialect, not vulgar in any of the expressions that you are able to sense the buzz among the other passengers, but definitely not very scholarly. She continues with a commitment to discuss their arguments. As he speaks, he looks around with a curious air, looking for some complacent look, maybe male. In the worst cliche, the girl would be turned away with enough to scrutinize the fine colleague at his side, but fortunately something breaks expectations: it is right when he turns to his companion that his face lights up with interest.
The debate is passionate on both sides, although the noise of the car leaves consist of only a few words of futile arguments. However, the words we exchange the two are not the apparent form of a deep and lively communication, hidden from the others. The colleagues they look deep into their eyes and reflected a sense of unity that enchants. In their tune, they seem to emerge from the background noise superb declaring her femininity, without ostentation, but with passion. The unexpected beauty arises from a combination of two opposites, but so far so similar. What is their secret? Embroidery fabric which holds together disparate?
In that moment I contemplate as they live, as if they finally do not obsessively think about how much they miss being judged beautiful. At that moment they communicate surprisingly its existence. At that moment they embody the very essence of beauty. It's that moment that can give meaning to life and hope. It is the unconscious response and subdued the "if not now when?" shouted in the streets. It is the moment when two women recognize and rediscover each other. As an old slogan that read "I'm all others," they seem to declare: "I am you, I'm all the other", not to confusion but to solidarity.
"You're a woman," seem to passionately declare, "and you're beautiful."
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