There are the roses, the floating flowers the sun and the wind caress, that everybody see and admire. We, Women, are these flowers. And there is a subterranean, invisible, irremovable root, the only role of which is to get the sap and to pass it through itself, to the flowers he does not see but has to serve so that they bloom. And you are this laboring subterranean root, you the man.
(d'Arbrant, 2007)
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