She cuts, sharps, breaks out, cracks. Raw woman. Wilde woman. Natural woman. Close to one meter and eighty, she’s impressive. The first time I saw her I though “What a Woman!”, impressed and reassured at the same time. Kristina with a “K” is a soldier. She’s a fighter. She smokes, drinks, works and swallows everything. She’s eating life as a hungry one, as a cured anorexic. The second time I saw her she told me “You, tiny thing, I could eat you”. The Serbian woman, who experienced the war, keeps scars on her face, as marks, as habits. She acts like a retired fireman watching fire, ready to jump on her future. So, she fights today for tomorrow. She keeps repeating “Life is a fight”. By chance, she got a position in United Nations, exactly what she wanted to get back what the war took from her: a husband, a house, convenience and more, her dignity. Becoming a refugee turned out to be a way of life that burned her credulity. So, she kicked out a man who seemed not strong enough for her. A man not at her size. Because the specie of Kristinas with a “K” is a sturdy one. To be able to follow the lioness in the dry plain, you need endurance and mental strength. But watch out, once the lioness caught, she can’t move. The claws of Kristina with a “K” even sharps can’t stop human bestiality. Quite feminist, she’s angry about what human being is doing to women, what human being is doing to human beings, what human being is doing to universe. To modern thinkers, everything was not so bad in the past. To conservative thinkers, everything is not so bad in modernity. To both, I gave Kristina with a “K” as example. She tenderly remembers how men appreciated large women for their physical capacity to work in agricultural fields and announces proudly she doesn’t depend on any men. Pragmatic, she’s also romantic. She cuts fire with a burning sword of desires. She remembers her first date and realizes today, being alone, she needs touch. A large face punctuated by piercing cat’s eyes is ornamented by heavy, blond and curly hair. Which man wouldn’t like to put his two hands on her mane and make fly her warrior soul? She’s all the women, all the men.
She a sphere herself, a planet of Kristina with a “K”.
Zyphera 