"With the blood poisoned by little girls" is a woman's work inspired by women. that after a chat about braids and their strength to stifle the sadness of women - and a couple of sleepless nights - I threw up lately. The word 'vomited' is not accidental but given by the sense of nausea that certain thoughts, certain situations seen or experienced give me. And I can never separate photography from life. I can not make it. Like the other night at the station. A girl with a short skirt and three individuals who indulge in not very comforting considerations for the future of us women. A memory is released and I go back to a 5-6 year old girl and I see the gentleman who stops me on the street and tells me things that should not be said to a child and aware of this he shows me a gun to scare me and induce me not to tell. Like today that after many years I saw the man who works for public services and who when I was a girl and he was forty was trying to carry on a kind of long and slimy courtship, proposing trips to exotic places with him. So today I saw him again, I don't think he recognized me, I found him aged and he didn't seem so tall anymore, I also had the impression that he has lost the cocky air of that time. And I, who always try to be kind, couldn't help but be rude and I treated him with contempt. And then I saw a picture of a writing on a wall that read like "You don't have to protect your daughters, you have to educate your children." And at that moment it seemed to me that nothing more true existed. 2021.