Sometimes I wonder if I changed so much, my parents don’t even recognice me anymore. When the sun is rising up in the horizon, and the cold air is still at its best I take a walk amongs the dead. The great Saint is above me watching me carefully, trying to find my weakness. Three powerful women I come to think about while walking, their bodies are pure and beautiful. Their eyes sparkling and the beauty they possess is their weapon. I don’t know which one is my guardian. Without women we, men, cannot live a happy life.
What do you do when you’re in a difficult position, where your social life is in danger ?