Little men can't stand the greatness of crazy women. They can't stand their exaggerated laughter, their intelligence for complex subjects, the vision they have on life, on the happiness that freedom can offer! Little men can't stand the books full of horny, and love they keep, the songs with enigmatic lyrics, the abstract photos, the half black half colored clothes. Small men cannot compete with the greatness of a crazy woman. A woman who feels ten times more than the rest of the world, who cries silently, just so she doesn't look weak, who can walk alone, but who accepts the company of those who understand her. They can't stand to be loved so intensely. To be unraveled, discovered, easily devoured and bewitched. They can't stay because it would be too crazy to compete with their sixth sense, with beauty, with an innocent smile with a sad look, with a mouth that calls, with a body that burns with adrenaline. And that's why they run away and are afraid, women like that marry their own madness and believe me, they are happy. 🥂🖤💜💖