one day was white, since everything is black , the hope is gone, I do not return, I went to go elsewhere sky color , firm breasts , bodies who do not speak my language, the body language , different sensations , new diseases , loss of consciousness , sudden joys, and then passing through a wonderful time for an hour, then it goes into the room, it surprises me a little because I 'm still in the corner , a thirst for knowledge of evil , when I was well I did, now I do not know what I do , it does nothing , it's dead , but in a weight that is released there sustenance for centuries, after I try what to do, one or two for it, but for me , what else , the three to the wall, or five , but I take the view , in a little faith in a future for choice except but to this moment of pure joy, I can not do anything , I'm stuck , how long , I no longer think it's nervous I understand that it can pass , so I find a reason to make a hole in the wall, gradually I can see what happens behind , I am very careful , it does not need to see me , and then one night the hole s enlarges enough to let me out , I run in the night following the stars, I pass in the intoxication of freedom , it 's been months since I expected, it's done , I 'm not dead , I saw I am free , I breathe , how long , how much hope , how life, find freedom is to be sure to live free is to be sure not live locked up, and yet I am open to lot of confinement, he can not reach me , I set determined not to try to travel in this country sails, it pleases me, I did once , once too , so now I am used to my freedom trying not to think that the enclosure has forced me to find such resources to overcome depression