I write seated an empty writing-desk in front of. Only one pen, the notebook in which I write, and of bottom discman headress a song. Vocalise, of Rachmanninov.

Perhaps it seems rare that it speaks of the fury after speaking of the calm. The true fury must be preceded by the calm, although many people confuse the fury with the stupid startings of bad genius.

The fury is a right of the man. It is the brightness in the eyes when it begins to grow dark, which moves the legs when crossing a door. But the fury must be cold, but it is only anger. The wrath is different. The wrath is right only when it arises reason why they are doing to him to others, and reason why it is not happening to us.

However the fury is impersonal, which activates when something says, not because no. It is common to think that the revenge is bad. Yes, the revenge is bad, but sometimes certain things are not revenge but justice. A person cried yesterday in my ear, talking me that she had seen his fiancee after two years. The fury arose. Somebody that did as much damage to him must be punished, that is justice and nonrevenge, and perhaps the only justification and reason to be able to untie the change.

There are people of my past who appear suddenly, Julietas of times of Romeo, Carlotas of times of Werther, directly or through people who say to me, you know that xxxxx are now doing xxxxxxx.

And I respond, and to me what? Just like I advised to the beautiful lady who cried.

Sometimes, we entered stupid situations, and are people who confuse generosity with core greatness. But as it commented in two hearts, too much heart of man, drowns the spirit of the leopard.

In a part of me there is something visceral. I know as they sound the bones when breaking itself, and is not a disagreeable noise. I have seen the blood slip by the walls, without smiling and crying. Sometimes justice demands violent actions.

There are things that do not have to be, some they speak of the nonviolence like a panacea, put to Gandhi like example, without occurring account that the violence was not political tactics, and opposite to the lessons of his Ashram.

William Blake says that the only thing that badly it needs to prevail is that the good men do not do anything. There are three types of good people, those that use the nonviolence, and are exterminated, those that do not see anything and either they do not do, and those that fights.

That is the reason of being of the fury. There are things to which the heart of the wolf says no. And that is natural. The opposite imagines in the mechanical orange, of Anthony Burgess.

Under the surface of all, the beast to duer to me. And the acceptance, because a Nagual this to make the difference there.

There are too great responsibilities for a single man. Only a lunatic, or the adequate person, faces them.