I have a dream.
In me - the tenderness I keep like crystal.
In me - the desire to love, as in the first, and to be loved - not for something, but just like that.

I don't want to play the role of strong. I just want to be alive. Warm. Real.
I want to love - heart, soul, body. I want to know that my hands are relatives. And my silence is clear for someone.

Because I'm just a woman. And this is enough for the world to make sense.
And in a woman how much love, only the boldest, and intelligent man, knows how to discover in a woman, care and love ...