THE WOMEN OF MYANMAR

 

There are places where the laughter of the playing girls echoes between the columns of ancient monasteries and the silence of meditation is broken by the sound of the rope beating in the ground while a happy girl jumps over it.

There are places where street vendors with colorful paintend cheeks sell items and give you stories of life.

There are places where the scent of fruit and flowers is confused with the smell of tobacco fiercely smoked by the old woman from the village.

There are places where the dusty streets are cleaned by the bright smile of a woman dressed up for the party.

There are places where mothers carry the fruit and the hope of a better future on their shoulders as well as on their lap.

There are places,
like Myanmar,
where all these female faces and lokk remind us, simply, how beautiful the women of the world are.