"a good woman"

"It's so sad" she says, getting out of her reflection, "she knew only one man, she married him, and despite the wildness of their expectations, she is still with him after so many years", that girl in front of me, i know so well, still young, slick skin and charming
eyes, wants to taste all the suavity of men, and made own the places of debauchery, it's so sad? i think, is it?, that woman we talked about got his life, spent it in reveries, reaching highs through simplicity, a kitten rolling a ball of wool, a flower standing out of a sooty wall, seeing beauty out of her mind, wet leaves decorating a sidewalk or a sweet wild strawberry hidden in the grass she would have taken the pain and pleasure to discover crouched in the dew, now, dusk is covering her, is it sad? really?, i think, that woman, so open to the world that her very self became unimportant, has so much love to give, so much that even the most cruel misfortunes and injustices didn't drained her of the passion. Who wouldn't admire such a woman. Who?! So, is it sad?

if it is, then my life is.