Delina

How many times have you imagined yourself dancing in a fairy tale palace, and being a princess: Sissi, Aurora, Cinderella, Belle ...
At least once you thought about it, don't tell me you say no.
Maybe you had 7 years, maybe you had 22, maybe you have 56 and you still think about it, and as soon as you feel a waltz your mind imagines a magical party, a precious pale pink, or white, or turquoise, strictly full-wheeled dress , rigorously shining.
Yes I know it is so, for hereThen you have become something else, maybe a water polo player, maybe a policewoman, there in your head at least once, you thought about a princess. I'm not saying that you dreamed of being her, you may even have thought of it with disgust if you too, like so many, dreamed of the carnival to be able to dress from Wednesday Addams, but what I mean is that in your female being, the image of the princess exists.
I don't know if these princesses were in the idea of ​​sad, happy creators, happy with their lives, satisfied or not, I read some time ago an editorial about a work by a photographer who used images of Disney princesses to explain the abuse of women by creating digitally the distorted reality of what lies behind the figure of the princess. I remember Belle, my heroine from "The Beauty And The Beast" portrayed in this bruised face, full of tears in her eyes. But despite this, the image of the princess I grew up with has not changed. I like to believe in it a lot, I like it again, I like to remember its story, its triumph of love, its dance with that wonderful gold dress.
The princess is an icon for some untouchable. Now I don't have a magic wand, I'm not the blue fairy, I don't have strange powers, but today I can do one thing: I can make you feel an incredible emotion only by closing your eyes, traveling with this wonder. I can open that drawer for you, if maybe you are sad and you need a little fairy tale. Or if you're happy and you just need to go a little further. I can give you the scent of your princess. Delina is for all those here, there are reread.

Marina Lebeau

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