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Annie: A young woman's journey to emancipation

Annie was a young woman full of life, charm and boldness. She had that mischievous look that shone with the desire to discover the world, a smile that captured attention without ever asking for it, and a contagious energy that lit up every room she entered.. She was beautiful, yes — natural beauty, almost insolent — but that was not what defined her.. What made her truly unique was her thirst for independence, her free spirit and her ardent desire to become master of her own destiny..

From an early age, Annie dreamed of something else. Not only of adventures or distant landscapes, but of a life where she would decide everything: her choices, her future, her loves and passions.. Elle ne voulait pas seulement vivre: she wanted to build, choose, refuse, start again. She wanted to be a strong, free, empowered woman — a mujer empoderada, as she liked to say, with that word she had learned in Spanish and pronounced with a laughing accent..

Annie couldn't stand the idea of being locked up in a set life. Social conventions bored her, the expectations of society made her laugh — or sometimes make her angry. She refused to be reduced to a role, to a box, to an image. What she wanted was to explore the world, discover other cultures, meet people who think differently, learn, make mistakes, fall in love — maybe — and most importantly, grow in her own way..

With her backpack full of travel journals, feminist books and old crumpled maps, one day she decided to leave. Far from his hometown, far from his landmarks. She wasn't running, no. She was moving forward. It was a flight forward, a personal quest. She wanted to feel freedom in her skin, in her choices, in her words.

Along the way, Annie met other women like her — curious, courageous, sometimes hurt, but always standing up. Together, they shared stories, dreams and hopes. These encounters nourished Annie, gave her new strength, helped her to affirm her voice. She then understood that emancipation is not a fixed goal, but a process, a path strewn with doubts, struggles, but also intimate victories..

Annie did not need permission to exist fully. She wanted to love herself, with her flaws and her fires, to learn to say no without justifying herself, to say yes without being afraid. She wanted to dance alone on a beach, write poems by candlelight, debate in a foreign language, cry without shame, laugh too loudly, love without limits. She wanted to live everything.

Over time, Annie understood that true power came from within. It was not in admiring looks that she found it, nor in external validation. It was in his ability to rise, to choose, again and again.

She wasn't perfect, and she didn't want to be. She was alive. And it was more than enough.

I wonder what you're thinking When our hearts don't meet What a trance can look like When you're lost away from my arms I wonder what you're thinking If you know my heart hurts That I don't know how to dance anymore I see the minutes as hours Paris, New York, you close the door Tell me it won't be too long That it will last the time of a song Marseille, Rome Looking for the serum Who will be able to cure my pain Who will relieve the migraine I wonder what you're thinking of When our hearts don't meet What can a trance look like When you're lost away from my arms I wonder what you're thinking If you know my heart hurts That I don't know how to dance anymore That I see the minutes as hours Berlin, Tokyo It's just words I may crush my ego What remains is the lack of your skin Los Angeles, yeah you leave me I know we'll find each other I know you think of me I wonder what you think When our hearts can't find each other What can trance look like When you're lost away from my arms I wonder what you're thinking If you know my heart hurts That I don't know how to dance anymore That I see the minutes like hours (Ah-aah-ah, ah-aah-ah, ah-aah, ah-aah) Isn't it finally me who's lost without your arms? Isn't it finally you who has a heartache? I wonder what you think When our hearts don't meet What can a trance look like When you're lost away from my arms I wonder what you're thinking If you know my heart hurts That I don't know how to dance I see minutes as hours I wonder what you're thinking When our hearts don't meet What a trance can feel like When you're lost away from my arms I wonder what you're thinking If you know my heart hurts That I don't know how I dance anymore That I see the minutes like hours

Give me your heart Your hand and the rest Give me what you are What you are Tell me your fears Grief and the rest Tell me who you are Who you are I imagine a world A heavenly world Where no one leaves nan Where no one stays I imagine a cry Your cries in the night I imagine so many things about you Maybe it's you that I am sometimes I imagine a nest of stories of sad words I imagine a bed, a complicit insomnia I imagine a me that drowns in your vices Without faith or law in the mesh I slip I imagine a man a woman a nurse Who sees only a clone of me in my records A big noise in my novice soul I'm gonna be home late cause I don't see the risks anymore Please give me your heart Give me what you are What you are Tell me your fears Tell me who you are Who you are I want to see the world again the other time The one the world doesn't know I want to see the shadow of the other you again The one the world doesn't know I want to see again the world of the other time The one that the world does not know I want to see again in you all that I am not Tell me who you love and above all Please give me your heart Give me what you are What you are Tell me your fears Tell me who you are Who you are Please give me your heart Give me what you are What you are Tell me your fears Tell me who you are Who you are

To make all the Marquis de Sade pale To make the whores of the harbor blush To make all the echoes scream thanks To shake the walls of Jericho I'm gonna love you To make hell blaze in your eyes To make all the thunder of God To raise your breasts and all the Saints To pray and beg our hands I'll love you I'm gonna love you like you've never been loved I'm gonna love you Farther than your dreams imagined I'm gonna love you. I'm gonna love you I'm gonna love you Like nobody dared to love you I'm gonna love you Like I loved to be loved I'm gonna love you. I'm gonna love you To make old, to make white the night To make the light burn until the day To the passion and to the madness I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna love you with love To make you circle to make you close our eyes To make you suffer to make our bodies die To make our souls fly to the seventh heaven To think we're dead and make love again I'm gonna love you I'm gonna love you like you've never been loved I'm gonna love you Farther than your dreams imagined I'm gonna love you. I'm gonna love you I'm gonna love you Like nobody dared to love you I'm gonna love you Like I loved to be loved I'm gonna love you. I'm going to love you

I know those who go around in circles Or who walk along the walls counting the seasons I've seen the deprived New beginnings that take us nowhere Warriors on TV, heroes in my dining room I've read some true stories But the question I keep asking myself: Where could I find

You see it's so much better When you're confident That you carry at your fingertips Strength and hope To go looking further without being afraid of anything To ring the door of the unknown without any restraint And talking is so light But the question I keep asking myself: Where could I find

When I go into the forest That my arms fall like the Little Thumb Some pebbles I found But the question that I ask myself Without ceasing: Where I could find

I cried another two hours On your box of little butters The famous one with the letters The photos of New Hampshire Your trip in love With Adèle de Bayeux I find her name ridiculous It looks like a sweater brand She wants to meet me Have us for lunch I'm sure she's gonna love me And she insisted so much Oh yeah but I'm jealous Yeah that's it just jealous I'm jealous I eat Chinese all alone It's convenient it's just downstairs I let you go all alone Now I'm biting my fingers You told me it's too bad She cooks so well I'll make her my soup with nitroglycerin Bile and glutamax Fighting in my spleen I tell myself every time I wouldn't eat Chinese anymore Oh yeah I'm jealous Yeah that's it just jealous I'm jealous Your Adele wants to see you again She's free in the evening Talk to you now and then Let's smile, grit our teeth It's true it's pretty normal I'm not going to make a scandal For you two it's important but it's the art of my jealousy Not knowing how to tell you Yes it makes me a little strange That you wanted to see each other again And yeah I'm jealous Yeah that's it just jealous Oh yeah I'm jealous Yeah that's it just jealous I'm jealous