LIFE AND MIRACLES OF PAULA P.

In the beginning was childhood.
And her land was tidy and filled with dreams to fulfill.
And Paula said "let there be my life." And there was her life.

But her young life and the dreams she had
would too soon suffer an irremediable harm caused by a stepfather.
And Paula was forced to bite the apple when it was still green and sour.

And fleeing from the vivid memory of that flavour, she forced herself into exile and her home was now a different one, and he family became ever-changing.
And Paula matured while she ran away and while she understood life
from its lowest strata.

And Paula came out to society without being asked,
sitting in a bar of the capital city of the new world. And she knew
that her story was making a new start when she heard next to her
a voice asking while it was still daytime: "Why is such a
beautiful woman like you sitting alone tonight?"

And she met the good thief and with him she began to cause
her own multiplication of the loaves and fishes.
And one day, while they multiplied in a branch office,
she understood that guns are the work of the Devil and
with blood on her hands she fled from the confinement
that sirens forecast.
And running away she crossed borders and seas until she got to the new promised
land.

And Paula became Paula P. and everything became secret.

And carrying her office between her legs
Paula P. walked and learned.
And her journey made her discover places she didn't even know existed.

And time passed and no place was good,
No place returned to her what she gave.

And Paula P. was able to see that malice in men was great
on Earth and one day she read and understood too that the neighbour is
an enemy, an obstacle we must jump, and something to use.
And that was when she ended up humiliated in the night by the
barbarian invaders who got advantage
of the ungainly flea of that who wears high heels.

And one after the other came the corners of
a random X street with a Y street.
And the neighbours, obeying the law of fear,
asked her to leave.

And with her heels wore down of waiting what
men bought piece by piece and in her search of coordinates of
new corners to exhibit herself as fresh product, se arrived
to the chosen city and she decided to stay there searching for hugs.

And there, fixing her eyes on all the arrogants, Paula P.
began to work her corner to firmly plant, at last,
her roots.

And from that corner she made hers, Paula P. fought against all
gazes and against the worse of all,
the one that turned her story into a pillar of salt.
And people say that she made it by kicking with her heels. And they say she achieved it
without ever hanging her head or staying in silence when
passers-by's ignorance acclaimed her shame.

And after all she had experienced in life, Paula P.
was finally home with her loved ones, who were nobody
and for that same reason they were hers. And so Paula P. could then stop and think
the reason of all those gazes and contempts,
and she found no one to tell her what her sin had been
by just looking into her eyes.

And among the other women that used the streets and perfumed
corners, Paula found the hugs she searched for,and built her
new family of lonely women.