_El camino por el cual está el pequeño, ha perdido su color, ha perdido partes del camino.
_No sé a donde se dirige, eso solía ser algo que sabía, ya solo parece ser un recuerdo borroso o un engaño de su mente.
_Desconocidos destructores han hecho el camino añicos, robando aquella iluminación que solía tener antes, a los destructores parece no gustarle el camino que ha trazado actualmente, lo repudian.
_Los destructores prefieren reorganizar el camino y llevarlo a su manera, como ellos dicten, haciendo dejar al pequeño caminante varias de sus virtudes por el camino, trata de conservarlas, pero el pequeño se le hace complicado, lucha con lo que puede en este ajetreado camino que no desea seguir, pero los destructores hacen que sea así, con reprenderlo le amenazan, no tiene mucho por hacer.
_No es que los destructores sean malos realmente, ya que han formado al pequeño en su trayectoria, pero cuando se enojan o el pequeño no hace lo que quisieron ver, abren sus largas y caóticas fauces para arrojar ventiscas fuertes al pequeño, derrumbando sus pequeños adornos que ha puesto en ese camino que ahora se está apagando...
_Con varias fisuras y marcas, por aquellos voraces vientos de los destructores, el pequeño seguiría creciendo, entendiendo más cosas, viendo más ''clara'' las cosas. Durante ese lapso, los destructores han seguido haciendo lo mismo, añadiendo más cicatrices profundas al aterrado muchacho. Seguiría adelante con aquellas marcas llenas de rencor y una incandescente furia, que lo ha llevado a afrontar las gigantes entidades, el pequeño ha perdido mucho y ya no soporta más.
_Hará de su camino algo propio y no guíado... Una luz en su camino se ha presentado y ahora mismo no le importa dejar todo tirado, piensa ser escuchado.
ENGLISH VERSION.
The road the little one is on, it's lost its color, it's lost parts of the road.
I don't know where it's going, that used to be something I knew, now it just seems to be a blurred memory or a delusion of his mind.
_Destroyers unknown have shattered the path, stealing that enlightenment it used to have before, the destroyers don't seem to like the path it has currently traced, they repudiate it.
The destroyers prefer to reorganize the path and take it their way, as they dictate, making the little wayfarer leave several of his virtues along the way, he tries to keep them, but the little one finds it difficult, he struggles with what he can in this busy path he does not want to follow, but the destroyers make it so, with reprimands they threaten him, he does not have much to do.
_Not that the destroyers are bad really, since they have shaped the little one in their path, but when they get angry or the little one doesn't do what they wanted to see, they open their long and chaotic jaws to throw strong blizzards at the little one, knocking down his little ornaments that he has put on that path that is now fading....
With several cracks and marks, by those voracious winds of the destroyers, the little one would continue to grow, understanding more things, seeing things ''clearer''. During that lapse, the destroyers have continued to do the same, adding more deep scars to the terrified boy. He would go on with those marks full of rancor and an incandescent fury, which has led him to face the giant entities, the little boy has lost a lot and he can't stand it anymore.
He will make his path his own and unguided.... A light on his path has appeared and right now he doesn't mind leaving everything behind, he thinks he will be heard.