My walk, silent, calm, solitary, but in certain way my steps where I walk are leaving its stamp across the traces that are the sign, which there are the reflex of me to journey at these initial hours of most of the days in which I set out, in that I tackle these tasks during which I strain and seek employment so that the light, which walks with me, the front part could take to me, it could increase its march rhythm and is possible to go to visit other places, be able to approach the distant places of me, to which she decides and wants. *Read the entire message.