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Phenomenal Woman

Maya Angelou 

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size 
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips, 
The stride of my step, 
The curl of my lips. 
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman, 
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please, 
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees. 
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees. 
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes, 
And the flash of my teeth, 
The swing in my waist, 
And the joy in my feet. 
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered 
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them, 
They say they still can't see. 
I say,
It's in the arch of my back, 
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed. 
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud. 
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels, 
The bend of my hair, 
The palm of my hand, 
The need for my care. 
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

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Ultimele urtapisicezauod de ore

Voi fi singura.
Voi privi cum ziua se naste, si mai tarziu, cum noaptea atinge totul.
Ultimele randuri scrise de mana, din care toti vor sti si ce stiu si ce nu stiu.
O baie lunga, in semiintuneric, ascultand muzica.
Voi mirosi cateva flori si voi merge prin noroi.
As plange, desigur.
Imi voi imbraca Rochia, ma voi aseza langa un copac, si voi astepta. Cu doua cafele si cateva tigari langa mine. 
Nici o babuta, din orice lume, nu ar refuza o ceasca de cafea, fie ea si Moartea. Iar de este un batranel...la fel. Si de nu este nimic din ce mi-as putea inchipui ca este, doar va fi.