¡Driven by the crisis!

On hope, my dreams walk and
Beneath the heights, someone who intends to steal my hope.
If I look at the rampant storms that surround me now, they will make me look away from my dream.
My dream flies high like eagle wings next to a new feather duster.
If I look at the heavy waves of a crisis anchored in misery, I lose my happiness a new opportunity to see my dream come true.
So high that I will fly driven by the same storm that makes me grow in hope. I will fly above the impossible, I will fly through the sky so high of those who can imagine a world of dreams so unreal that they are pregnant with love.

My eyes look at the adverse circumstances of life, they look towards the mountains of those who have tried the impossible and have managed to reach so high and put their feet on the top of success.
I will fly so high driven by what now wants to stop me.
I will fly over a dark sky surrounded by clouds that do not let you see. I will fly after the light of a dream so confused that only at the end will the clarity of pleasant moments be seen.

I will not let hopelessness overwhelm me, nor will I let the huge negative words of those who back down make me give up my dream.
I am driven by the force of what is said that it cannot be done and achieved. I am driven by the force of all negativity in life, which makes those who dream big dreams of hope contrary.
My impulse is the taste of what cannot be done and I end up achieving the glory of success.
The crisis is my world of creativity, it is what drives me to go so far, where my imagination cannot go.

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