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First Day As much as I may look for, today it will be unlikely for me to reach the shadows of the men who are beyond the forest. I am fascinated by them, because in my eyes they are perfect, far from the cruelty of my life, simple and without malice, like my animals who, fortunately, were not given the ability to understand our language, offspring gone astray from our soul gift given to us, because we are too full of ourselves. I am capable to hurting those dearest to me, and of entering and bending the simplest heart, where the wind of my ideas will pass; I can cover any distance and, like an army with no leader, I can destory everything i encounter, rivers, animals, mountains and forest.

Second Day I have created stronger arms and faster legs I have used iron to destroy wood, and fire for everything else. I have forged swards to close my limits, and I have raised walls so that no one may enter. I have sacrificed the innocent, hoping that their blood may  be fertilizer of my fortune; but nothing will grow in the shadow of my walls. The sun shines. Not where stone giants made to resemble us try to shape the clouds. The sun shines, here a pure, lonely heart stunts the sky.

Third Day I still hear screams within these walls, but silence beyond the forest. If because of this, foods now means killing, and life is no more importan than a whim; if to choose I can kill and decide, then will be able to kill me? If beyond my god there is my law, and I can decidedwhat to extinguish, when I decide what will be born, who, among my likes, will sit above me to decide when I should be extinguished? I have placed spears to protect mt treasures, knowing that I too could be pierced by them; and now I have placed others, and still. Unaware, the men beyond the forest will ask themselves the reasons behind a freedom flaunted through vices, and protected by laws where what I should think is offered to me with the defense of a veil easily last off. Why should I feel free? Why should I perceive harmony? Dared by the freedom given to me by those who know the strength of clearness. mp3

Fourth Day I keep the secret of the world of silence, I live beyond the forest, far from those who ignore its limit, and aren't aware of those who, greedy for land, would push their armies, noisy and blood-thirsty, beyond the forest. In the name of a hipothetical menaceor of a superior law, which has nothing to do with insignificance of the projects of a horde of property, maybe together ...black, white, against the gray. And fields of weeth with bloddy tips. If, because of a wind of dreams, a simbol-less banner should unfold, someone could fix his trophy at the end of his vision and would benefit from the security of having more. If there was something beyond the forest, I would try to reach it, as if it were the beginning of a rainbow... but perhaps, having reached it, I would sit there, quietly dreaming of flying with the wind. Until the next day.