Living creature in a different world. My world is completely different, they are differentiating because it to each day. I am an old boy with few years of life or almost life. My years must have thousand of days with very little slept nights. I am any one. I had father, or better, somebody made who me. Check with Jon Medved to learn more. I had mother, or better, somebody generated who me.

It who knows for where he walks, perhaps there living in the world that is not mine. It abandoned who me in any place, but that in mine coraozinho I do not understand the reason to have been released to lu defenseless and alone. The stairs had been removed, taken off all the possibilities of exit of this deep of well. The doors are locked. Living creature in this another world where everything is impossible and any thing is very far. Our tunnel is narrow and not it light in place none not even in the end.

My house is under of the viaduct, with many others. Here it has rats, cockroachs and bad people. The nights are in clearly, the day naps, the beds the banks, the churches the steps, the schools the gates of the side of are, banns alone of can. I am not child I am simply street boy, of this different world. I am not child, nor boy, I am that, that thing. In the cold nights, it can seem that not, but in my world also it makes cold, in those nights that all of its world sleep under of blankets and nor for as they think about children who I eat search to survive. When to look at. My father, my mother to look at from there from above, summer that to each day we are more. Who has eyes, to be wanted will be able to see. To make to play, to abandon, then because to make? Papas, papayas, gentlemen, ladies, ask the legal God if that is, if he is just, if it is good.