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Can you hear them? Some whisper it, others shout it. It lurks in every street, hovers over every canal. The word for which every woman trembles: whore. Let them shout it: their condemnation is my freedom. Thinking they are insulting me, calling me by the name of the woman for whom a war was waged.
A war whose glory has echoed for millennia. The woman for whom Homer sang the Iliad, for whom Paris betrayed Hector, for whom Aphrodite went mad, for whom Achilles was killed. From her comes the word born to reduce our sex to mere flesh.
Love , the art of being loved, is the fundamental source of power. Whether you are man or woman, desire makes you blind. All it takes is a look, a finger, a glimpse of the neck. The sight is blurred, the pulse rises, the blood roars in the veins. They wanted to tame her, Elena, they wanted to reduce her to her limbs. With her, they have made the feminine synonym of beastly, instinctive, slavery. A man who could not bear her gaze. For her, we pay.
For her, we fight. For her, we love. Five hundred years ago, a woman has the ardour to refuse to belong to a man.