When I went out for a walk, I was feeling sad, like a criminal, prisoner of a moment that became ugly in my mind. I wanted to look at the sky and feel it about my restlessness, but the weithg of my tears wouldn´t let me look up, and thus, with my eyes looking downword, closed in my shoes, my stepsbecame longer and longer, with no given path through the countryside.

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