In front of the deep machismo of our customs, of our cultures, in the great book of the humans, place to the chapter of the rupture. You are infinitely more subtle, more elegant and more classy than the masculine rim that speaks loudly takes up all the space. And if I appreciate the two eyes when you swing your body, I also applaud the two hands when you swing your port. Behind every important man hides a woman who inspires him, behind every great human being precedes a mother who breathes. The woman is the future of man, wrote the poet. Well, the future has settled, and for a long time. You are our muses, our influences, our motivation and our vice. You are Simone Veil, Marie Curie, Rosa Parks, Angela Davis. You are our mothers, you are our sisters, you are cashiers, you are doctors. You are our daughters and then our women. Here I am for your flame. How not to be in admiration and without common measure. For those who carry and manufacture for nine months our future. For those who accumulate several jobs and those without eyebrows. The one they have in the day, the greatest, mother at home. Please accept, ladies, this real admiration of your strength, your courage and your determination. Please accept, ladies, my loving weakness in the face of your fragility, your empathy, your tenderness. Please accept, ladies, this little intro, because the future belongs to those we love too much. And not to be taxed with first-degree dentistry, please accept, ladies, this delicate demagogy. PLEASE ACCEPT You are the only one. You are the only one. You are the only one. The only one. You are the only one. You are the only one. You are. Yes, you are. You are our muse, our influence, our motivation and our vice. You are Simone Veil, Marie Curie, Rosa Parks, Angela Davis. You are our mothers, you are our sisters, you are cashiers, you are doctors. You are our daughters and then our women. We will try for your flame. You are the only one.