If I could understand who I am
from the beginning,
maybe I would never be able
to defeat my hopes and suffer as a ruin.
but so many roads I covered without you, Jesus,
that I can not have the courage
to stop and fall again, any longer.
I wanted to tack my attitude
for being only with You,
I wanted to totally transform myself
into another woman,
that woman awoken by You,
that woman recognizing
her own new existence.
Now I know that
only through Your Divinity and only with You
I can attain love and I can be tangent to You,
with this love inside, as a proof of my existence.
and I know that only together with You and only through You,
I can reach the truth.
and I know that only together with You and only through You
I can get to Father,
and I can survive,
because life comes from Him.
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| William Shakespeare |
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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