A portrait of man’s looks
When I look a woman walking down the street, incoming to a bakery, leaving a church or just sitting on a bench in a park… I have a sense of having the choice to losing or not losing my autonomy… to use or not use my freedom.
I know, I have many thousands ways of looking. All these nuances of a simple contemplation can preserve or not the dignity of these women that I look walking inside of me. I can choose to stay innocent but I don’t do it so I condemn myself to look at me in this way and off course already without the presence of the deity.
Just I wanted to share this feeling with you…