I am in my bed . I hear the rain against shutters, I pity the animals which have to spend at night outside. I think in of it luck which I have. I eat in my hunger, I have a bed, a healthy, clean house, clothes in the shovel... My spirit remembers it self my day until moment or I pushed the boy to the hair of honey. I get drunk on the beauty of this moment when for the first time in my life I contemplated a poor man. The tiredness burns me eyelids. I close eyes.
