Although I am not a big fan of Women's Day, which in this 2011 will, as always since 1946 (the year in Italy was celebrated for the first time this event) on March 8, I thought to organize something anyway. Maybe a quiet evening with friends, no different from usual, except, perhaps, in a closer involvement with our problems alone, female.
I also thought to enhance this meeting with some simple thought for all of us, not to "celebrate", which does not make much sense, but to reward us with something beautiful and profound. Alongside the inevitable mimosa cake (which I recommend, however, because it is really very good), there would be a good poem, or an aphorism.
Maybe written down with your fist, in a beautiful paper, just like custom gift idea. I think we meditate on the words that poets and intellectuals have spent, in time, groped to describe, admired, sometimes scared, the female universe, I'm always good for the soul. Here, below, poems and reflections that can give you some ideas for a dedication to your friends, and yourself.
HYMN TO WOMEN Superb immaculate luck to you all the creatures of the kingdom have been opened and you become the queen of our shadows for you men have taken many flights created a hive of thought for you woman arose only the murmur of the water grace and tremble for tuoiincantesimi that are in your hands and you have a dream for you every summer for a child every tear is suspected of love for every hair now you're all a woman lives there as well as forgiveness and divine thought flourish in secrecy surrounded by your grace (Alda Merini) ALL WOMEN Fragile, wealthy woman, the matrix of paradise are a speck of guilt in the eyes of God despite your holy war for emancipation.
Smashed your beauty and remains a skeleton of love but still cries vengeance and only you're still unable to cry and then you turn and you still see your kids, then you turn around and say you do not know and be quiet surprised and then you become as big as ground and raise your love song (Merini Alda) WOMEN ARE NOT ONLY THE WORK OF GOD Woman, you are not only the work of God, but also the men, who always make you beautiful with their hearts.
The poets will weave a network with golden threads of fantasy, the artists give your form ever new immortality. The sea gives its pearls, the mines their gold, the summer gardens their flowers to adorn, to cover you, to make them more valuable. The desire of the human heart has spread its glory on your youth.
Six half-woman, six and half dream. (R. Tagore) are not born women to become (Simone De Beauvoir) Women and elephants never forget (Dorothy Parker) do things, women, sometimes, you need to stay dry. You could spend a lifetime trying, but you would not be able to have the lightness that have them, sometimes.
They are light inside. Inside. (Alessandro Baricco) Only men who are not interested in women are interested in their clothes. Men who like women never notice what they wear. (Anatole France) 
I also thought to enhance this meeting with some simple thought for all of us, not to "celebrate", which does not make much sense, but to reward us with something beautiful and profound. Alongside the inevitable mimosa cake (which I recommend, however, because it is really very good), there would be a good poem, or an aphorism.
Maybe written down with your fist, in a beautiful paper, just like custom gift idea. I think we meditate on the words that poets and intellectuals have spent, in time, groped to describe, admired, sometimes scared, the female universe, I'm always good for the soul. Here, below, poems and reflections that can give you some ideas for a dedication to your friends, and yourself.
HYMN TO WOMEN Superb immaculate luck to you all the creatures of the kingdom have been opened and you become the queen of our shadows for you men have taken many flights created a hive of thought for you woman arose only the murmur of the water grace and tremble for tuoiincantesimi that are in your hands and you have a dream for you every summer for a child every tear is suspected of love for every hair now you're all a woman lives there as well as forgiveness and divine thought flourish in secrecy surrounded by your grace (Alda Merini) ALL WOMEN Fragile, wealthy woman, the matrix of paradise are a speck of guilt in the eyes of God despite your holy war for emancipation.
Smashed your beauty and remains a skeleton of love but still cries vengeance and only you're still unable to cry and then you turn and you still see your kids, then you turn around and say you do not know and be quiet surprised and then you become as big as ground and raise your love song (Merini Alda) WOMEN ARE NOT ONLY THE WORK OF GOD Woman, you are not only the work of God, but also the men, who always make you beautiful with their hearts.
The poets will weave a network with golden threads of fantasy, the artists give your form ever new immortality. The sea gives its pearls, the mines their gold, the summer gardens their flowers to adorn, to cover you, to make them more valuable. The desire of the human heart has spread its glory on your youth.
Six half-woman, six and half dream. (R. Tagore) are not born women to become (Simone De Beauvoir) Women and elephants never forget (Dorothy Parker) do things, women, sometimes, you need to stay dry. You could spend a lifetime trying, but you would not be able to have the lightness that have them, sometimes.
They are light inside. Inside. (Alessandro Baricco) Only men who are not interested in women are interested in their clothes. Men who like women never notice what they wear. (Anatole France)
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