Yes, my favorite poem applies to me today:
If brought to your knees ten times,
you riseanother ten, another hundred, another five hundred:
so violent your falls ought not to be
neither, by logic, so numerous.
With the genial hunger with which the plants
assimilate greedily the humus,
swallowing the resentment of the affronts
were thus shaped the blessed and the saints.
Donkey-like obsession, to be strong, no more needs the newborn,
and in any poor devil I figure that the hooks of luck are dented...
All the incurables have cure five seconds before their death!
Pedro Bonifacio Palacios -- Almafuerte (strong soul)
