Once upon a time there was a princess who escaped. An anonymous princess, a princess who walks the streets every day and is not afraid of the sun or the wind, those who stumble but also rise. Of those who accumulate fears, but also interesting victories and secrets. No one speaks of its value, it is not necessary because it is written in the heart.
He didn’t need a brave prince because, instead of snuggled up in a corner of his cell, he dared to look out the window at the dragon and find his weaknesses, because he studied chemistry and knew how to get an antidote to poison. , a fast and effective antidote, which worked before it was paralyzed. In this tale, there were no princes or kisses because courage came from within the princess, not from the inspiration of others, and courage was nourished by doing, not while.
Are we talking about a princess who goes through life with her eyes open?
She ran away because she had parents who understood that there was enormous potential in her, so they did not hesitate to feed her dreams, even though she wore some pink and red, although as a child she did not dream of walking with plastic babies or painting and smoothing the hair of the dolls. In fact, they didn’t pressure you because they never felt they’d lose the difference.
She ran away because she was not naive and suspected her ‘grandmother’ when she saw her lying in bed, so the wolf didn’t get a chance to eat the girl: she took the shotgun and fired the bullet. She was the one who put the handcuffs on her and took the detained wolf to the police station, so, one by one, she stopped all the wicked characters who fell to the princes.
He needed other people, of course. However, never from a prince who played the same role that the troubadours perpetuate in these seemingly innocent tales did he need people around him, mere mortals and with many flaws, who would support him, give his options on how to do it or even sometimes . She indicated the best option, but she never needed someone to do it for her, however, if someone has ever done it, she has not hesitated to thank and even return the favor.
Because the princess, the one who escaped, understood that we live in a world where reciprocity works and is expected, but this reciprocity was not always paid with kisses and love, in fact, she could also be the one who was paid with kisses and love. I could save money because she was very good at it.
She did this every day when she arrived at the hospital, put on her white robe and faced the diseases that populate people’s bodies, while she could not stop thinking about a world in which no man despised her or any woman despised her for being a woman. like her. When many variables, such as tiredness or resources, but not the sex variable, enter the equation.
The princess who escaped and was proud of her sensibility, some parts of her body would have done them differently, but she always thought her nose or ear was a fantastic gift: they made her unique and also worked so perfectly that they allowed her to feel or hear people’s heartbeats. He had learned to love them over time and appreciate everything he brought that didn’t fit with what he would like him to be.
He once read a message engraved on a stone that said it was an intelligence exercise to love what cannot be changed, and kept that idea forever in his mind, just as he kept a message that was at the subway station that he spent every day. day before going to work: “there is life before death. “
Since then he adopted it as his own, without the idea that his behavior was extraordinary in his heart, he simply thought that what he was doing was a consequence and within the reach of his abilities, this is how this fragile-looking princess escaped.
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