Dear friend, dear sister

Dear you, dear woman, even if I don’t know you.

I am writing you a letter as it was once done, a distant time that has the flavor of an ancient time.

I imagine myself at that time, with pen and paper, writing to the person I love, a friend, a true friend, a true sister, wishing to put wings on my words so that they would reach her faster; wishing that they would be like an arrow full of love straight to the heart.

Dear friend, dear sister

Dear ancient mothers who fought for the world I live in now.

I thank you. I thank you for your self-determination, your courage, your selfless love. Thank you for thinking of me, of all of us.

Dear ancestral mothers,

I promise not to waste this gift.

I promise you to work to leave a greater one for the women to come.

Dear friend, dear sister

Today I say to you in the words of D. Webster that “There is always room at the top”.

When success is achieved, when changes are conquered, when steps are taken forward, it is there that we realize that “there is room at the top of a mountain for all of us”.

And that we all inspire each other to be a better version of ourselves every day.