Following!

I will not step into the hyena’s footprints! I refuse to be in the line that follows it. The hyenas’ den is not my nest. I will become the lady of the desert road; let me be buried under the sandstorm, let me stay joined to the line of the seekers of life: from century to century, let me be the ringing of a clear stream that in the end, you know well, will gush forth from within the darkness. The hidden stream is calling me...