Happy holidays to all.
have to tell everybody.
I would really extend to all categories , races, sectors and nations of the world my best wishes for a peaceful future all together on the planet more wonderful than show you deserve, given our commitment to make the worst place of 'universe.
Failing to find words to renew my best wishes to all its people of the world will quote a post from another blog very nice to me notice. Talk about a category of which I also often write: women.
The blog in question is Diary Of A Feminist and below the post public :
"In a time of hope and good intentions, where people exchange smiles and his eyes still embarrassed are lost among the lights of this cold Milan rain does not wet these hearts warm feeling. Even for those who can not feel Christmas, you notice that strange magic in the air? Today we work, but happy. Glad the wait because we know what we expect tonight: the warmth of the next, whether sympathetic or unsympathetic, whether or not the gifts to carry, it is relative or friend. That neighbor who is so little criticism or take it, the wait becomes happier year.
This year my thoughts go to all the women who do not know what this festival, to those women who hope that the husband is more kind to them, to those who mourn in front of a tree that does not c 'is with their children without gifts, women who are underground to femicide, for those who have not even had someone to bury out of respect. To those women who are considered animals without rights, unable to act, the mutilated by custom, hanged, stoned or whipped for adultery or "misconduct." To those who have had a childhood of hell, at the prostitutes who work both today and tomorrow. Prisons, thousands of women killed in Ciudad Juarez, girls wives and widows condemned to be buried alive next to her husband or burned on the grave. To the Chinese who were forced to ruin their feet, to gheishe, Afghan allies, the Romanians and not brought to Italy by deception, to us Italian suffer daily humiliations that sexist and discriminatory, to all those who suffer violence of all kinds.
We are women, we have a shared history. A parallel history to that written about in history books, that is not written, but is part of us. We are sisters, yes. I think you all my sisters, I love you, my thoughts do not do it only at Christmas but every day, when I get up in the morning until evening.
A kiss and a hug to all of them. "
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