Salon

   

They talk about everything, about everyone, about everything and everyone. They like to laugh as loud as they can and do everything with only two hands. There is one kind of disgusting to put his hands on my eyebrows when I was five minutes ago with his hands on someone's feet? Well, I'm not in a position to choose, because they do not know how to do eyebrows. But I can say I know how much it hurts.

Every time I come to a place like this, I end up getting familiar with all the novels and sometimes even step to know a new artist. Also I learn a little more about their lives, because if women are not ashamed to say anything personal in front of everyone in loud and clear, they are. Sometimes revelations are accompanied by some Portuguese mistakes too, but nobody's perfect right? And who am I to judge people? We all need to vent or simply tell you something, in our own way.

Every time I come here, I can distance myself from my problems and laugh with their problems, which in most cases are not exactly problems. Why would they be? They are middle-aged women working to support themselves, living well, the point of being chubby and having cool phones, turning just fine without men, thank you.

Some of them are not from here, came from far away hoping to solve their problems, but guess what: they really decided they had to, but others arranged. Life can’t be perfect, right? And I think therein lies the grace. Where are entrusted to us new challenging situations and I think we could even consider this as a kind of honor. Or simply try to solve the riddles of fate, or something.

I feel the smell of acetone, hair dye, hydrogen peroxide, nail polish and hair products. But who cares? This is the price you pay for the beauty and sometimes it is more expensive than we wanted. However, what is the woman who is going to drop finished in a corner? Only one woman who lost her passion for life and for herself. If you do not take care of us, no one will, we must always love us. And the problem is not to be gray; the problem is to have a life gray. Do not let it happen to you. And every time you feel that urge to drop in a corner, come back here, because these women who are here can always brighten your day, somehow, you'll end up smiling. Even if it’s a smile, very tiny.

They talk about everything, about everyone, about everything and everyone. They like to laugh as loud as they can and do everything with only two hands. There is one kind of disgusting to put his hands on my eyebrows when I was five minutes ago with his hands on someone's feet? Well, I'm not in a position to choose, because they do not know how to do eyebrows. But I can say I know how much it hurts.

Every time I come to a place like this, I end up getting familiar with all the novels and sometimes even step to know a new artist. Also I learn a little more about their lives, because if women are not ashamed to say anything personal in front of everyone in loud and clear, they are. Sometimes revelations are accompanied by some Portuguese mistakes too, but nobody's perfect right? And who am I to judge people? We all need to vent or simply tell you something, in our own way.

Every time I come here, I can distance myself from my problems and laugh with their problems, which in most cases are not exactly problems. Why would they be? They are middle-aged women working to support themselves, living well, the point of being chubby and having cool phones, turning just fine without men, thank you.

Some of them are not from here, came from far away hoping to solve their problems, but guess what: they really decided they had to, but others arranged. Life can’t be perfect, right? And I think therein lies the grace. Where are entrusted to us new challenging situations and I think we could even consider this as a kind of honor. Or simply try to solve the riddles of fate, or something.

I feel the smell of acetone, hair dye, hydrogen peroxide, nail polish and hair products. But who cares? This is the price you pay for the beauty and sometimes it is more expensive than we wanted. However, what is the woman who is going to drop finished in a corner? Only one woman who lost her passion for life and for herself. If you do not take care of us, no one will, we must always love us. And the problem is not to be gray; the problem is to have a life gray. Do not let it happen to you. And every time you feel that urge to drop in a corner, come back here, because these women who are here can always brighten your day, somehow, you'll end up smiling. Even if it’s a smile, very tiny.