How many times you already inquired for how
much time still will obtain to aguentar the
difficulties torment that it? How many times, per
the morning, to the wakening, you if feel without
forces to face the day that appears? How many
times already said itself exactly that it arrived at
the limit of its energies, that not aguenta more? E,
however, you continue, day after day, you deal
in them of the work, in problematic the familiar
ones, in the financial embarrassments, at last …
This capacity is sufficiently peculiar that has the
human being of not delivering itself, exactly that
seems to be in almost faint. More than a time,
with certainty, you already heard to say of
children and found babies with life, after
soterrados days of. As they opposed the
desistance of the fight, of the life. E we remember
in them of the sufferings of the women who live
in countries where they are denied to them any
rights. Without right to the school, the medical
attendance, the humanitarian treatment. Women
who in full adolescence, or still in the meninice,
are given in marriage the men, well almost
always older than they. They have its changed
back dreams, its menosprezadas wills. Women
who suffer beatings for nothing e for thing some.
Because they had dared to conceive a girl, when
the husband waited a boy. Because they try to
walk alone for the streets, because they plan to
run away, because they raise the tonality of the
voice. Maltreatment is routine. E nobody if it
matters. What it makes a man, doors adentro of
its home, with the wife or children, it is not of the
account of nobody. The years pass and they go
accumulating in body the marks of the beatings:
teeth lacking, lacerações, hematomas. Some run
away from the life, for not enxergarem
perspectives of positive alterations, in its
existences. Others, courageous, opt to
establishing same objectives for itself. Objectives
keep that them alive make and them not to give
up: the life of its children, its freedom, the
freedom of its country. As a rock, they face the
winds turbulent. They cry, they lament, but not
they give up. How many aggressions can
support a body human being? Which the limit?
Some still load the generosity n' soul, to help
beings that creem more unhappy than same
they. A generosity that is not shaken, nor if it
contaminates for the disappointments and
disillusions of each day. E when they have the
chance to make something benefit of outrem, if
they deliver until the o sacrifice of the proper life.
They are examples. Therefore, when the forces
will be failing to it, it thinks that inside of you still
energies exist. E if does not leave to defeat, never.
One day, panorama if modifies. The night if
transforms into dawn. It waits for the rays of the
new dawn and not if it delivers to the loss of
heart, in circumstance some. The sun can delay
to appear, but always it resurges, fondling the life
and renewing hope. It waits, without abandoning
the fight. Tomorrow, tomorrow it can be the day
of its release of the circle of pains. It waits.