On March eight all nations celebrate the woman.

The quiet woman,
the one who gives her all,
the one who wears her heart on her sleeve, the one who wears little to nothing at all.
these are the women who loves us like no other,
the ones who sacrifice their days to see us stand,
these are the ones who make everything alright,
who run businesses, who make more distant our sight. the women, the women, the woman. the woman who’s herstory silently builds nations, tribes, schools and homes with no applause,
the women who’s not afraid to cry or say what she really felt that day.
the women whose not to prideful to humble herself and pray that you find your lost senses.
the women who loves flowers no matter which one, no matter how they come, the woman who love you strong, and still manages to love all humanity…

the woman who makes even the little things you do

seem like magic enchantment, like saving the world .

The women who teach, the women who keep secrets close to heart…

The women, the women, the woman, the one
we celebrate on this rainy day.