Looking for tranquility and thanks to it, my peace, this morning I took the path to the woods. My steps were slow, my eyes opaque, I hadn’t but a single image of this long stroll: A garden in Bloom amid monotonous fields. Where lined up crosses watched over the sleep of the dead inhabitants of these flowery tombstones, ¿Who will give me their place? The exchange of my life! The silence is total. Who will exchange with a tramp without family, without country, without religion, which left us from her life unless some inert sculptures. That will not weep her loss, that will not leave flowers on her tomb. I do not want to be burned like an erring dog on the day I fall! I fought, suffered throughout my entire life, I am entitled to a place on the ground!