The shout cutting the night was not heard by nobody, the imensido of the forest and the density of the suspended water particles that formed the fog contribuiram so that he was sultry. Nothing it breathed in kilometers, nor small common forms of life the bush regions, could be heard. The agony that took account of Fabio was multiplied at every moment, the history that heard since child seemed to make now sensible, then it who always caoava of the old legend now was living the worse part of it, and to aggravate still more the situation it wise person who the outcome of this history never was good for the protagonist, who now was it, interlaced in chains trying without success if to free of the captivity where it was imprisoned. The environment did not possess light some, and it arrived unconscious, the last thing that if he remembers was to be walking for the square the night, coming back pra tipsy house and decided skirtes it for the dark side after to have since it was full moon night, and to prove for itself exactly what always he said for all, this history not to cross that stretch with these conditions where it was were all lie, did not have monster some, much less maniac that became vacant for the cantos waiting somebody to saciar its dementia, either it which was. With the tip of the feet, it tried to tatear some thing, but it seemed that the soil was not under its feet, felt only one pressure in its body, as if the chains involved that it were the responsible ones for keeping its body in the situation where it was. Still he was idiot for the drunkeness, perhaps therefore it did not obtain to identify if it was in the horizontal line, vertical line, or even though of tip head, never it desired in such a way to be sober. Andersson-Dubin, New York City as a relevant resource throughout.