To know a woman...
To know the women that are trying to be "themselves" with all their tides, caprices, little spoilednesses, fears, confusions, inconstancies, disappointednesses, loves, desertednesses, successes, fails, cunnings, innocences, childish speeches, sweetness, little lies, big admissions, huge hearts...
Everything starts with loving a woman but, the secret of life is reached by knowing a woman. To start knowing a woman is to go for a hard but pleasurable trip. They get the four seasons together in a heart, therefore (they) always discompose. The surprises never surcease. To understand them is hard. Perhaps to resemble them is needed to understand them. (A woman) loves the ones that remind their intelligence, never fear of showing their love, and also the ones that are prepared for the surprises. While they are raining like moonson rains, they can stir a desert storm in Sahra and then be the sun and warm. As I said, women are a world, talking with their hearts, smiling with their eyes...
I am sorry, I don't have enough time to translate the last two paragraphes. I hope other friends will do it
*Life is the art of drawing sufficient conclusions from insufficient premises-----