Up in the morning, 7 o'clock... the cool air, the wet grass, the squirrels running and climbing from one place to the other. There are many things I could say and none of them would show how it really is, how it feels and how it makes you think (which I find more important that just feeling something, I mean, not always is enought just feeling, you have to think about it). I put my shoes and went out, the heat, which made me put my t-shirt off. I walked for over 50 minutes through a long street looking at the houses and being hit by that strong heat and staring at everything I came across with, it all was so fascinating... The very fact of be there, no matter if I was killing cockroaches in my room with a trash can, or staying on my bed or taking a walk, it didn't matter, I was there, that earth, that land, that soil emanated a feeling of freedom mixed with something else I could never explain, no matter how many times I experienced it, it was magic as everything was. My tears dropped from  my eyes thus making me feel so high¡¡ "How could I forget that?" I thought. 

Now I am thousands milles away from there, the place in which I would never be lost, the place where my place was, pardon the pun. That's how it was to be there...actually not, but I will never have no words to display all that.