Look at me now. How far am I from so much sheep and so much ox. I enter a more than adult age without having to show a false smile when someone with his stupidity, envy or pettiness, makes me frown.

For a long time I had to endure toxic people. Emotional manipulators among those who were some very appreciated as family, friends or colleagues, who have not known or wanted to distinguish the thin line that separates a good to look silly, as well as question many of my important personal decisions. That is an authentic and premeditated lack of respect.

Some self-willed ignoramus has even used mockery as a means to feel wise, without realizing that the real intelligent man seemed to be a fool in front of a fool who seemed to be a little more intelligent.

So, they have earned me to get rid of all of them forever. I will not miss you for a second. It is what has to spit up, that the law of gravity puts everything in its place.

Now I have the certainty that I was not wrong, and that the shameful child in the back desk can be avenged by the man who remembers him today. I know that I can be happy in my own way, and not in the way of others.

With my letters, with my words, with my sentences, with my stories, with my films, with the family that I have left, with those friends that I do not know how long they will last and for that reason I appreciate so much. With a serene look about what happens around me, in the street, at work, in life, and in death too.

Now I think that virtue, in the deepest sense of the word, is to have drawn miserable for so many years when they were about to become another.

I finally understand that bad teachers are an accident without too much importance, because it is I who learn, and life that teaches me, even with their insults, their evil scorn, their tragedies, or their implacable rules.

I no longer have time to hate people who hate me, I am very busy loving the people who love me. And if those who think so badly of me knew what I think of them, they would still think worse.

At this point I am not afraid, no fear, that my boots get dirty with the cold touch of the sidewalks. I understood that you can have the balls in place, your feet firmly on the ground, and not have to give up to contemplate the stars.

One tells you that since the roofs have been closed he sharpens his pencil with the knife to cut the bread. One that no longer trusts neither in the shepherd nor the master. Not in the herd either. I tell you.