At that moment came the change
the loneliness of man locked
world of your own. Was not
anyone who would stray
knocking on the door of a hermit.
He just was breathed quietly
increased peel clothed
waited for the end of the period.
It is the moment when you finally
cut grain death.
Respiratory made a frost ice crystals
against the window, and so
she was tired of it
fellowship, the space to be
only the mother, her baby grow.
Sometimes arrived full of days
hope, he still waited always
change, the kind of day
in which case there would no longer loneliness
in chains closed, no time in prison.