And there is irony in my eyes and tiredness, I cross my arms and never go around… my glory is not to follow anybody. I live with the same desire of whom tore the mother’s womb and ran for life. I prefer to slip in the muddy alleys, I prefer to swirl to the winds like rags and drag my bloody feet than to go around without direction and appreciation for life… If I came to this world was only to deflower the virgin forests and draw my feet in the unexplored sand. I do not need tools, axes and courage to overthrow my own obstacles. I love from far, the abysses, mirages, torrents, deserts and I have my madness and I lift up it burning like a torch in the dark night.
My life is a storm that broke, it is a wave that rose. It is more an atom that cheered… ♥
Beatriz Esmer 
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Born on this earth we have to grow up in it. We may want to do it all on our own, but shall we be able to manage it? We need our parents, teachers, guides in our life and employers or customers, people who give us the capability to survive. Though we would perhaps would like to do it without all those people, I am afraid we can not succeed without the outers around us.
though we do have to stand on our own legs and therefore we do have to take on an attitude as if we are willing and going to do it on our own. In case we can make us strong enough so that we do not need exterior tools to overthrow our own obstacle, that would be great.
Therefore let us all have our own ‘little madness’, our own stubborn mind, full of spirit to go through walls and to resist all storms which we may face. Looking through the for, going through hurricanes, with our heads high up in the clouds, knowing that if we want we shall be able not only to work at our dreams, but to get there in some time at the goal where we are reaching for.
br>Good luck.