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Saints are not made without bad devils
That the battle is harsh and without respite
But among everything it makes us wise
There are hard lessons to learn
If we are not...
the newspaper rains on us
How choppy it narrates ordeals
We must understand the lame footprints
If we are not...
the street comes to us
That unpunished and impartial pain is key
...like dogs that bark
and that know how to read...
Ambition
There is only one, the family
Courage
It is vast, the parts
Perseverance
In Me
That is why we are and will be more than mortal