God, I don't know what to say. Joana, you are THE woman on the planet. watching the movie I thought "yeah, she's crazy", but I see you Joan of Arc. I understand you, I think. On the one hand, I believe you were crazy, because you were poor, you were born in the middle of the Hundred Years War, you grew up, you saw your house, your village, in the middle of flames, you saw your sister being killed and abused, you know? These things make us crazy. but on the other hand, I believe you were special, because YOU SAW ALL THIS, you suffered a lot, maybe you were chosen by heaven. at the end of your life, you saw that man, and I thought, "if she sees this, it's because she's crazy", But after a war, a bloody war (which wasn't what you wanted), I would go crazy too. I know you saw that man since you were little, you saw him as a boy, then as an adult, and only later in his "last form". Maybe you were always a little crazy, but only at the end of your life did you become truly crazy. I prefer to believe, and I REALLY believe that you were a saint. Because if you were a man, people would believe you without thinking twice. So Joana, because I'm a woman, and believe that I would have done the same thing as you, and be burned at the end of my life, I believe in you.
and before I go to sleep, even though I know you wouldn't like it, I'm going to pray for you.
God, I don't know what to say. Joana, you are THE woman on the planet. watching the movie I thought "yeah, she's crazy", but I see you Joan of Arc. I understand you, I think. On the one hand, I believe you were crazy, because you were poor, you were born in the middle of the Hundred Years War, you grew up, you saw your house, your village, in the middle of flames, you saw your sister being killed and abused, you know? These things make us crazy. but on the other hand, I believe you were special, because YOU SAW ALL THIS, you suffered a lot, maybe you were chosen by heaven. at the end of your life, you saw that man, and I thought, "if she sees this, it's because she's crazy", But after a war, a bloody war (which wasn't what you wanted), I would go crazy too. I know you saw that man since you were little, you saw him as a boy, then as an adult, and only later in his "last form". Maybe you were always a little crazy, but only at the end of your life did you become truly crazy. I prefer to believe, and I REALLY believe that you were a saint. Because if you were a man, people would believe you without thinking twice. So Joana, because I'm a woman, and believe that I would have done the same thing as you, and be burned at the end of my life, I believe in you.
and before I go to sleep, even though I know you wouldn't like it, I'm going to pray for you.