When I went to bed I could not sleep.
If we look positively to loneliness is not separation, on the contrary, we can come to see it as a union, is to unite us with our soul, with our experience, with our being, then from this healthy company reach another.
Sometimes it also happens that although we are accompanied "we feel alone."
I got up, and put the radio, I wanted to hear something, something that someone approached me or inform me.
The luckiest roam the city and fields, drinking in streams, in the sources, in the villages of red fish ponds.
Stealthily approach the unburied corpses ..
The flowers withered on parched gardens.
He returned, crossed the park of the playground, and climbed the rocks.
Two of them were played at the top, forming a sort of small cave; a natural, primitive, shelter gave me the idea of putting up with rock S.O.S.
I concluded that I had become the man who endures very bad mortal, having limitations, not being omnipotent being exposed to diseases, to decrepitude and death.
The solution was obvious; I had to find someone, anywhere. But how?
I walked through the neighborhood, hoping to discover some acquaintance.
But the houses seemed uninhabited.
The flowers withered on parched gardens.
There was nobody, nobody.
The streets looked as the early hours of the morning.
There were many parked cars, and little clutter.
From time to time he found a corpse; a sick person to whom death had surprised on the street.
Two dogs loitering near a body.
In one corner, the body of a man hanging on the cross of a telephone pole with a sign on his chest that read: Thief.
I entered, then in a commercial area, and then I saw some signs of violence.
The window of a liquor store was in tatters.
Looted local people beheaded without food, clothing or something that shows private property.
There was a terrible irony.
He had found a lone survivor, and was a poor old drunk, which was useless in this world or any other.
Those eyes had seen too much.
There was fear and horror in them.
Dirty and diseased body somehow concealed a sensitive mind directly, deserved to die and searched an iron chair, I hit him as often as I could, until he died.
"I'm such a coward!"
Upon leaving, this time I did not hear any sound, but back to the corner, she was there, standing in the middle of the street: a teenage girl with long legs and blond hair.
We went into the other bedroom and saw an old, covered with a blanket in the corner, the smell was disgusting, it was a sight he had not bathed in weeks.
There is no reason to panic.
No one knows why he survived.
For some reason will be, "I said I am trying to motivate them.
I had to use my few moments of alertness and good humor.
At the end of the day, I learned that the world was not completely depopulated, was here or there, a living subject.
Fearful, but alive.
Perhaps as in Robinson Crusoe he should accept racism, slavery and cultural colonialism.
And many of the men and women who moved away, frightened of these villages, killed by pests and bombs, I would have the opportunity to take advantage of their property.
It was something to look for.
Perhaps it was meant to create a new world, start from scratch with a female by which reproduce.
Multiply, my children.
However, when I found myself in bed, in the dark, the image of the solitary life lost all its magic.
The luckiest roamed the city and fields, drinking in streams, in the sources, in the villages of red fish ponds.
They were looking everywhere for something to eat, chasing chickens, caught squirrels in a park.
And gradually the tortures of hunger erased centuries of bondage.
Stealthily they approached the unburied corpses.
There were bodies floating in the river, to the garden, in the streets, mainly inside houses.
Its members were becoming sulfur color, their outraged by foxes and wild dogs, lips also eaten by cannibals who no longer endured hunger, legs with tourniquets
April 2016
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