Even the harsh judgment I hold in my heart against my brother or my sister, the open wound that was never cured, the offense that was never forgiven, the rancor that is only going to hurt me, are all instances of a fight that I carry within me, a flare deep in my heart that needs to be extinguished before it goes up in flames, leaving only ashes behind.
también ese duro juicio que llevo en el corazón contra mi hermano o mi hermana, esa herida no curada, ese mal no perdonado, ese rencor que solo me hará daño, es un pedacito de guerra que llevo dentro, un foco en el corazón que debe extinguirse para que no desate un incendio y no deje cenizas.