She wipes the sweat from her forehead,
and shows me the blood on her finger.
The Seamstress speaks to me of courage,
and the necessity of taking risks:
“No beautiful gown has ever been made without the perception of the lady wearing it, and the secrets she holds inside.
The sacrifices are not in the suffering we are willing to endure, but in the love we dare to share.
If we don’t walk the path we were born on,
how will we be able to choose?”