To survey If today somebody dared to summarize what it sobrou of its life, that fragmentos would be valid the penalty to trace enters the frame of its personal picture? That flavor in them would pass its illustration? It would give water in the mouth or the eyes of the heart? If we placed in the scale, which side would hang, of the entremeios or of the filling of the life? Perhaps in the effort to paint it brought what it until here, in the mind it remained only the green color, saying of the hope of a new life, and the lesson of that, the ones that obtains to look at the life with the eyes of the chest only is that they can brighten up the weight of ' ' prmio' ' end. . . .