Between the nauseating stench, the air of a dark night is fading and time-worn walls and mold, lying at an angle to the ground a sleeping man, barefoot and with his clothes dirty, the movements of man in his sleep give voice to the mesh of rusty iron chains. A few more sighs, then opens his eyes, lungs charge for revival, rising from ground and instinctively try to open my arms, but in doing so feel a strange thing, is silent still, note that the arms have reached the maximum range of motion. He then asked if he was still dreaming, this could not be possible for a man used for a long time although minimal gestures prevented precisely from the grip of iron which he was condemned. Shortly after watching his hands and realizes that dangling chains attached to his wrists broken. Broken up by whom? When? There is no answer to the many questions that crowd the mind. Meanwhile, the night was slowly undressed his black cloak, the sky can still be seen rising and setting out the moon having three bars of the window seems to be little remained caged. He looks around, the cell was the same as he had always seen, always empty, nothing apart from the walls, mold, chains, bowl with water, a crust of bread and shadows. Yeah, the shadows, those that held together until the sun is allowed. And as we enjoyed playing together and create shapes that represented on the walls and which gave the form of animals or humans and which generously lent his voice. Despite everything, he had created his own world, not even his status as a prisoner could take away the freedom to imagine, to give vent to his imagination. He turns to the door is open and dragging his feet on the ground out. Outside the air is light that seems to spring, before her eyes an immense green plain full of colorful flowers, everything was as if he had ever imagined, and beyond this expanse, the nights spent in jail, had dreamed of oceans, mountains, forests, cities full of people and of young girls and some of them it was also in love. Now all the infinite space frightens and confuses because they do not know where to go. It is free. Remains stationary, the light of day shines on its eyes and the wind caresses her hair. After a while 'is a step, then another, then another and so on until it disappears below the horizon, swallowed by the sun rising in the east. Free, once again, as it is always been in prison, because only a man in chains can understand the true value of Freedom.
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