My hometown made me leave behind, many painful memories and situations that I lived, which I don't wish to anyone.

When I arrived that winter “in the little land”, my life was going to take a turn, which would make me understand that divine love never lets us fall.

     But when I arrived in the interior of the state, I realized many things, that the interior is still a place, calm and not so much nightlife, I also began to realize the relationship between this fact and the crime factor.

     In big cities with more than 100,000 inhabitants, people have many options in terms of nightlife, easy sex and many streets with prostitutes and homosexuals, after ten o'clock at night offering their bodies.

     While in the countryside and small towns this is rare, and the ones that exist are more hidden, they are located in appropriate houses, the brothels, and have a minimal structure behind them.

     When revisiting my life to write books, I realize that in most of the big urban centers I've come face to face with prostitution, poor people, homeless and harmless people, serve as an example of defeat for the mafias that prostitute people. 

     Being poor, honest, innocent, harmless, humble is seen by these criminal factions as something cursed and defeated.

     I also noticed that they use the image of the homeless, the paper picker, for some young women, as a form of manipulation, where they threaten the young women with social and financial disrepute if they do not want to cooperate and point out the homeless person as their future destiny if they don't cooperate with their pimps.

     Many times in our lives we are seen as an example of something, but being an example of something pejorative, for working and not acting with violence, only the mafias, cartels and their factions do it. 

     Prejudgments in the streets are of all kinds, there's the evangelical church that surrounds the cardboard cart, like they did to me and screams, get out of this body, you're from the devil, Jesus loves you, you have to, 

  and then they start, you have to believe, you have to go to my church, you have to stop collecting paper, you have to live in a house, you have to. 

     So when you ask the creature, are you offering me a job? 

     After all, if I don't collect paper, I'll have to have another way to earn my daily bread.

     You have a house for me to live in, will you pay the rent for me? Do you have a place for me to take a shower and clean clothes for me to wear to church?

     You're going to feed me, after all, I'm hungry and I'm working to earn my bread.  

     That's why all this shouting, so good, where can I work, where is your company, where will my new house be, how much will I earn in my new job, my clothes number is thirty-eight, my shoes are thirty-seven, where are the new clothes?

     People get out of your way as if you had a contagious disease.

     And we go out laughing, with our hypocrisy, made to set up a circus, around people, so they seem to do something for someone.

     They are crazy, fanatic, eager to find a way to appear, and they do it through sects and religions that preach that it is more beautiful, to be a crook than an honest person to work if your role does not give you an income compatible with the expected by a fleeting society.

     Upon arriving in the circle of friends on the streets, you found, drugged, drug dealer, prostitute, harmless, innocent, child, old, young, of all races, colors, creeds, nationalities, each descended from a different nation, but the street brings everyone together and moves away at the same speed.

     The rain, which lasts for several days, is an ordeal, as the clothes get wet, the cardboards are not put in the trash, you have to sleep outside, with cold, a cover that is often wet and without cardboard for the cold floor don't move into the body, and people still come screaming and calling you devil.

     Then you come to the conclusion that the demon is the one who is there in front of you screaming, without any logic for you, without knowing you, without knowing your whys.

     The most interesting part of all this is knowing that in a few seconds the creature will walk away and leave you in peace, because it has already done its daily show, as a card-carrying hypocrite.

     Waking up in the morning with hunger, cold, pain, homesickness, fear, there are so many emotions mixed up there, for those people and still having to face the nonsense of people who have nothing useful to do and live in order to make the other's life hell that's yours. 

     To be called to wake up is to live on the street, to be called to look at the world from below, when one day you looked at life from above. 

     The crossing of life, like crossing the country from one state to another, each new place you arrive has new rules, new words, new ideas, new people, new dreams and achievements, whatever, you choose to know , perform and learn the result.

     And the expected result, as a rule, becomes much more abundant, in the choice made, both for good and for bad.

     If you choose to learn to be a criminal, you will be increasingly fit in that way of life you have chosen and vice versa.

     Nothing in life, yes, now, you are such, because you met such a person, talked to such, saw a certain scene. 

     Life is a continuous succession of choices, which when repeated over and over make us better and better at what we choose to be, live, see, feel, understand.

     When we imagine ourselves as irreplaceable, experts, the greatest, someone comes and pulls our rug, just to show that everything that goes up, down, and what you look for, finds.

     When observing the behavior of big criminals, who spent some time on the streets, or choosing partners, or planning crimes, or still waiting to pounce on someone or something, I always noticed in everyone an idea of ​​superiority, and that they are unattainable, that lead them to either being killed, or imprisoned. 

     The people susceptible to being deceived by them are usually the immoral ones.

     Because these feel superior to everyone.

     And they use a posture of false morality, which condemns them to meet great criminals in their paths and become sexual partners and even an object of slavery to the criminal, who knows how to use their false morals against the immoral and make him his puppet. 

     The funny thing is that the most ferocious criminal is sometimes the pastor of the little church on the corner. 

     And the regular pays him a tithing with his hard-earned salary, and goes out on the streets speaking ill of the poor, of people of different races, of different colors, depending on what he believes, and who is behind what he believes, he is often the boss of the drug trade, the rapist, the murderer, and the fool even imagines such a fact and the goddess.

     The world teaches that love does exist, that God is not the boss, nor the owner of the place.

     God is the best friend of those who look for him and shows us who to trust and who never to trust.

     The world shows us real loves, based on affection, on nostalgia, on the desire to walk together, on the desire to wake up together.

     The world shows us beautiful children, true smiles, real loves, without looking for futile material, such as a car, a nice house, money for travel. 

     The world shows us exactly who we are, and why we are, and makes us understand that living is good, and living in the world is good.

     The world takes off masks, strips people naked and on the streets we perceive exactly the real interest of each person around us.

     As he is made only of strangers, with defects and qualities, of our acquaintances and to whom we have no blood ties, in the world we understand, who would not come close for anything if we were not his blood, and who would never want to lose. 

     I have been there, in the midst of fire and water, in the midst of dream and nightmare, in the midst of life and death, I have been on earth, I have been in the world.

     Worth it?

     It cost!

     All right then!

     Go ahead, smile, fight, scream, write, cry, love, vibrate, dream, work, study, nightfall, dawn, but most of all, win.

     Overcome your fears, your limitations, your limits. 

     Overcome your loneliness, your attachment, your memories.

     Overcome your merits and demerits and grow.

     Be free, be fight, be history, be you!