I have seen mothers who not only leave the comforts that a child can give them honorable, but even its name brings shame to hide the baseness of one of these rogues that has rolled into the abyss and that their sacrifices are paid every day by imposing other major !
 I have seen starving women, almost naked, sell, and your body if something is worth, but more essential to their livelihood, in order to carry cigarettes or drinks to their husbands when they are out of jail, wasted with other poor life the money they can catch, and they compensate for their dedication to their caresses left indelible scars on their bodies that will never be erased.
 They are mothers, are women, are these poor martyrs who dragged his cross through the world-mines, as they are called, which serve as their shield against the blows of fate!
 They can abandon their friends, their associates, employers, on behalf of those who undertook a job, but they will not be lacking and, drawing strength from weakness, will remove their weak arms the whole world to make them more bearable his misfortune.
 They, the martyrs of the bright days, the sun’s rays are the days of darkness.
 Then, after the row of martyrs, which are simply shield comes the ending of which are not only shield, but also claw. It is these that form the formidable phalanx of spies, post office, business from theft, to hide and then in the dark days, which will serve to corrupt officials to justice, using the money, if the man who need is affection for him, praising his lust, his greed or any of the sins that prime in his mind, threatening peace of mind if it is a timid, or slyly insinuating in his heart, if it is a strong and vigorous soul!