Don't feel you slave not even slave trembling of panic you think yourself brave and attack ferocious already wounded have the firmness of a molded nail that even old and gnawed it continues being nail and not the cowardly intrepidity of the turkey that their plumage drops to the first noise proceed as God who never cries or as Lucifer who never prays or as the grove whose greatness needs water and doesn't implore it that screams and shouts avenging already rotating in the powder their head.