This page is the second part of a series of three:

1. Desapego / controlled folly (the original plan)
2. The home (this page was going to be part of the previous one but its own place has gained)
3. The Werewolf (conclusions, aim, nucleus and a different history but that it belongs to this group)

What is the home? I can say it of several ways; but the best one is than the home is that place to which, when we must go, they must to us receive.

There are places that are a bay a place of peace and relaxation, perhaps of love. But the home is the place that must be protected of storms of the life; it is the place that is there happens what happens, and that one place that is defended by the small actions. According to the lessons that I have received; if in a pair there are fights, as always they arise, this fight must be in private, far from people and the home; the home must be respected, does not serve as anything to have a rest bay whose sweepings beach this dirty one; the time cures everything, and the sands return in case single to be clean.

By a familiar situation, recently I remembered a phrase said by a hero of the Bible: " A WOUNDED EAGLE NEVER IS GOING TO DIE TO THEIR OWN NEST ". An eagle at which its time has arrived, if it can will die in his nest; but an eagle hurt in battle must fight, because that is its place, not to take the war to that place where as it says the film, only the eagles dare, to that place that is more that a simple refuge of the wind.

The nest of the eagles usually is solitary always; it is the site where one trains the eaglets to open his wings, but at the same time is the place that the eagle defends of the invaders. An eagle that is going to die to its own nest, is ridiculous, is another film.

There are two important things on the home; there are people who live in a palace, and are not a home, and there are humble places where there is home; in the world full places of peace exist, where after the battle the wounds can be licked, and to shelter to us under other wings, until being cured. A home is a sometimes solitary place, but it is the same place where whenever we arrived, there is somebody wait to us.

There are people who live empty and sad, that in the nights they remain seeing the sky without knowing why do not find a home or they do not yearn for it; the home is where we are, does not concern the place where you live, but what lives in you.

Another history comes the mind to me. In a while of last the ten years, I had to make a trip to help a friend; in that trip my left arm was seriously hurt, and but for the aid of a person, there would be it lost. Months later I had to make another trip, but in the return way the wounds were opened and I began to be debilitated. I was left of step the city of Guadalajara, and for some reason I did not go to see my family, but anybody that it had not seen in several years, because I was not the Romeo of that Julieta, but the Werther of such Carlota.

When I touched to its door one night to the 20 hours, his father opened. She was to four meters, serving water to visits, and even memory in slow motion her head seeing the door, the arm loosen the jar, the jar breaking itself in the floor and its arms stopping to me before falling. And its shout: " Alfonsooooooooo "

Although between her and I never there was love, at least of my part, always was a strange affinity; thus when it was needed to me I was, she was when needing she I. That affinity not always goes of the hand with another thing, is blood relatives to whom we never wished to return to see, and is people who are blood brothers although they are in another country and sometimes there is no another bond that the one of the heart. The affinity is the only relation that matters, because as well as two compatible people can be together, can be in two different armies, the condemned to fight in different places, perhaps by the same causes, perhaps by different, and sometimes, in the same battle in opposite fields.

But everything is not time military. When the war has finished and the order returns to the world, the eagles return to the place where they belong, to the place where single the eagles dare, until it is necessary to open the wings and to return to fight the battle by the life.

That sometimes it is an annoyance to be an eagle? If, but what beautiful is the landscape!!!!!