Women and witches

And if it was true that at some point in life, when you
seems to have understood how things go between men and women of the second
turn, was it time to throw the knowledge to the nettles?

If it were true that we women usually choose, we decide
What we like, we fight for it, even when it comes to a man, and
Do we keep telling ourselves that it's a lucky case?

If it were true that men can decide for themselves,
they can look for you and they can take you, they know what they want,
The men of the second round?

If it were true that the relationships built up here with our
patient weaving wires, with expectations and deep assaults, were
instead the very cause of their failure?

And if it is true that the disaster of the relations we have
built depend mainly on us, which we always believed to know
what we want especially from the men we were with?

If it were false that men do not know what they want,
that especially those of the round secretion are tired, disillusioned, closed and
suffering?

If it were false that I am the right woman for someone or
that someone is the right man for me?

I wonder who I am, what I have become in these last
years, what kind of woman they are. I swear, for what concerns men, not
I know nothing.

The only certain thing is my total lack of strategy,
unarmed awareness of not knowing well who I want, amazement for a
innocent question ("maybe?") that a man did to me and another not.

I have no idea how feelings of love can arise between
A man and a woman of the second round. I don’t know well if relationships of affection and
of estimates that are established can turn into other, I don't know if they do,
I don't know how they do it.

I don’t even know if love really exists, for men and
The women of the second round.

I don't know if my affective life with men depends
from me and my wishes.

I don't think so.

I no longer know how to distinguish between whim and desire.

I thought I knew, but I didn't.

I thought I knew myself, but I didn't.