The corner of the butterflies.

     Life on the streets starts to get good when, you realize, that people you don't like and those who don't like you won't be present in it.

     From that moment on, the street starts to become a pleasant place, although, if it passes, hunger, cold and pain in it, the emotional pain of having to live with those who hurt you, disappears in it. 

     We know that our enemies will not personally look for us on the street, and then we begin to be sure that life is a delight.

     Of course, there are many dangers in the streets, clashes with unscrupulous, malicious and prejudiced people are common, but family members who might have made you drop out, so, no, have them around, you'll never see them there.

     Even because the ones who lead other people to seek the street to get rid of their presence, are the arrogant, the arrogant, the violent and the slanderous, this kind of people, they won't stop on the streets, they kill half the world, but not low of social class.

    This for me was the delight of living on the street.

    As I had a narcissistic mother, being away from her made me bear, cold, hunger, pain, loneliness, fear, everything, just to not be with her again.

     My mother's friends and friends were chosen by the amount of evil they were capable of causing others, the worse the person, the more her friend was.

     She loved to lead others to error and death, people around her, if they didn't like it too, were reduced to dust, because my mother hated harmless and innocent people, her pleasure was to have around her people who had the refinement of cruelty inside of you.

     The neighbors she approved of and put in her children's lives were those capable of killing, bribing, prostituting, slandering, defaming, manipulating, assaulting others. 

     My mother, whenever she can in life, sought to destroy something or someone, she did it with her brothers, with her children and with everyone who could put in the eyes of the world how arrogant, dangerous and manipulative she was.

    The nastiest thugs I have ever met, who were capable of the most heinous atrocities, I met them indoors, introduced by my mother, as her great friends and friends, and treated as harmless and innocent. 

    Donas Maria and her Antônios have always been synonymous with my mother's manic malice.

     I call them Maria and Antônio as they are the names of two very bad people placed in my life through my mother, so every truly low level man, vulgar and violent, psychopath, rapist, pimp, name, Antoninos and every woman , liar, manipulative, violent, arrogant, arrogant, narcissistic I call Dona Maria, as this was the name of my mother's inseparable friend, who was as monstrous as she was, and who made herself a victim of humanity, as much as my mother .

     Harmless and innocent people, who did not allow themselves to harm physically, emotionally, intellectually and spiritually, were always treated by my mother as extremely dangerous people.

     It was like that because for her they offered a great danger, they could denounce her to the authorities and she would be unmasked, something I never did, for two reasons, the first she was my mother and she demoralized me so that what I said had no value, another because living in her house I was an easy target and I knew she would kill me without the slightest embarrassment, just to get rid of a “nuisance”.

     Even because testimony of a child against a mother is not valid in any court, not even first-degree relatives, so talking would not do any good, it would only harm me and put my life at risk.

     The delight of living on the street was knowing that she and the gang of scoundrels around her would never show their presence there, in person. 

    I knew they would send representatives of course, but not being them in person, it was like having a dick sent by the devil, and it wasn't ahead of him in person.

     So it was worth it, being on the street, there I wouldn't have to meet anyone I couldn't stand anymore, nor hear the voice, because I was so disgusted with their speeches and attitudes. 

     Degrading, demeaning, and arrogant people in such a way that life would be what it was without them was much better.

 . In the case of the people I refer to, bad with them, excellent without them.

     They are people who are not missed, in the heart and reason of anyone, because wherever they go, everything they touch, they destroy.

     At twenty-one, my mother had already promoted her brother six years younger to the street, at twenty-five the death of her second brother, and helped in the destruction of the lives of cousins ​​and nephews, and she had only started.

     When she was fifty years old I was fifteen, and for her I was an obstacle, because I was harmless and innocent and able to denounce her actions, and that, for her, made me a dangerous being.

    Everything she and her partners laid eyes on or touched turned to dust, and became worthless.

     I wanted to completely destroy someone's life, put that person in front of my mother.

     It was a short time and the person either “went crazy” or died.

     So when someone wanted to put someone in total disrepute to the world, I would introduce the person to my mother and she already knew what to do.

     It was simple, he was introduced to her by her “friends”, she was the next victim of her gossip, persecution, humiliating, degrading, demeaning and oppressive situations, in other words, poor person.

     And the most used excuse for all the harm she and her cronies were capable of doing was that love is demanding, they even used the Catholic Church as an excuse for their actions, claiming to be mothers of demanding love, which in their case should be called, mothers of arrogant love, or mothers of psychopathic love, or mothers of narcissistic love.

     Nothing is more liberating than a life without people, like the ones my mother loved.

  . And one of the delights experienced by me on the streets was a day when I walked from one city to another.

     I went to take a bath in a river and found it, a place that was full of butterflies of all colors, sizes that made me aware of the divine presence in my life. 

    That natural corner, full of beauty, made me feel the love of God, present in my life, blessing me, it was a wonderful day.

    Walking on foot, hungry, cold, alone, afraid, was worth it, when at times I found a paradise of rare beauty along the way. 

    It was real south, because all the pain ends, and the other feelings and life filled me with the light of God's love. 

    In those moments I felt blessed, loved, happy and grateful to God for being able to experience each moment of that experience. 

    The colors of life have another shine and flavor, when we have no commitment to anything, and we can enjoy the moment, and those who have nowhere to go, nor anyone waiting for them, has the peace of mind, to live the moment with all the intensity he shows himself.

    The emotion of being surrounded by butterflies on all sides is indescribable, with them dancing around you, forming drawings in the air, while we are sitting on the rock, in a river, on a beautiful sunny day, being able to look around and live, just live, all that.

    I made many crossings of natural places that are countless beautiful and relaxing places, which I had to myself, in the eleven years I lived on the streets. 

    It was wonderful to wake up and realize that I could without a penny in my pockets, discover amazing places that many millionaires will never know exist, because they don't have time to wander around to discover them.

    The good part of having nowhere else to fall and nothing else to lose is this, you give yourself the right to live, everything you always dreamed of and was not allowed, because you were committed to the other person.

    This one, who wanted to give you importance, because if he did, he wouldn't have taken you to the extreme of fleeing to the street, so as not to be in his presence.