Please accept, ladies, these few words as a tribute
To your kind that I admire, which creates a storm in every man
In the cinema or in life, you are the most beautiful characters
And without wanting to, you hold our hearts and thoughts hostage

Please accept, ladies, this declaration
As an honest attempt at repair
In the face of the deep machismo of our customs, of our cultures
In the Great Book of Humans, it's time for the chapter of rupture
You are infinitely more subtle, more elegant and classier
Than the male kind who speak loudly, take up all the space
And if I appreciate with both eyes when you sway your body
I also applaud with both hands when you expose your harasser

Behind every important man hides a woman who inspires him
Behind every great human being precedes a breathing mother
"The woman is the future of man" wrote the poet
Well, the future has settled in and for quite some time

You are our muses, our influences, our motivation and our vices
You are Simone Veil, Marie Curie, Rosa Parks, Angela Davis
You are our mothers, you are our sisters
You are cashiers, you are doctors
You are our daughters and then our wives
We, we waver for your flame

How can one not be in admiration and without common measure
For those who carry and manufacture our future for nine months
For those who juggle several jobs without batting an eye
The one they have during the day and the greatest, stay-at-home mother

Please accept, ladies, this real admiration
For your strength, your courage and your determination
Please accept, ladies, my kind weakness
In the face of your fragility, your empathy and your tenderness

Please accept, ladies, this little intro
Because the future belongs to those we love too much
And to not be accused of first degree of anthology
Please accept, ladies, this delicate demagogy

You are the only one, you are the only
You are the only one, the only
You are the only one, you are the only one
You are, yes you are

You are our muses, our influences, our motivation and our vices
You are Simone Veil, Marie Curie, Rosa Parks, Angela Davis
You are our mothers, you are our sisters
You are cashiers, you are doctors
You are our daughters and then our wives
We, we waver for your flame

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