Aquarium
His room was individually. He was a friend of Napoleon and John Kennedy, both were their neighbors. He wore sweater and had their hair shaved off. There, people wore white clothes. The lining of the roof was moldy, but the aisles were cleaned. There were bars on his window, there he had a view of trees with large canopies and a huge gate surrounded by wires. Received six meals a day, and your dessert in many of them were drugs. Lived there for about a year. Had hosted on this place after trying to play a roof. His name was Lucky and had 26 years. Weekly received the visit of Dr. Rubens, they talked for an hour and returned to his room. It was there where he remained for most of the time. Sometimes doing nothing, looking at the cracks of the ceiling and he began to think. So he spent hours until white pants men call for meals or for group discussions.
It was a good place to live. He could do almost everything. Could be who he wanted to, could run up to lose your breath, could scream the lungs and lying without fear of being repressed.
When angry, he fought, when he felt happy, smiled. He's feel free to roll on the floor, rolling. He loved being able to do everything.
He recalled that before going there, his life was dull and insignificant, he was often labeled. He thought that should have been born there, and that people should live there too. He did not know to distinguish a dream of some real experience, often claimed to have found people from television or flown like a bird.
He liked to talk to inanimate objects, and when they asked the reason to do it, he said: "They don't interrupt me saying what is right or wrong, don't fight saying that it's impossible to do things, or that my stories did not make sense."
Another of his hobby was watching television. He liked to see the cartoon or tv reports; watched about wars that happened in the world, people are starving and people with so much money that bought part of the world, people being killed and people crying, mothers abandoning children and others doing everything to have a child...
Watching people doing war claiming 'peace', people who stole millions and weren't arrested, who stole to eat picking up penalty of five years... Large people killing others, but were not arrested because they hadn't age yet...
People talked about that the hospice was a bad place to live, and so when watched the news was confusing, going towards the window, and looked for the facade of the gate of the Hospice that said: "The hospice is not here, the hospice is out there".
It was a good place to live. He could do almost everything. Could be who he wanted to, could run up to lose your breath, could scream the lungs and lying without fear of being repressed.
When angry, he fought, when he felt happy, smiled. He's feel free to roll on the floor, rolling. He loved being able to do everything.
He recalled that before going there, his life was dull and insignificant, he was often labeled. He thought that should have been born there, and that people should live there too. He did not know to distinguish a dream of some real experience, often claimed to have found people from television or flown like a bird.
He liked to talk to inanimate objects, and when they asked the reason to do it, he said: "They don't interrupt me saying what is right or wrong, don't fight saying that it's impossible to do things, or that my stories did not make sense."
Another of his hobby was watching television. He liked to see the cartoon or tv reports; watched about wars that happened in the world, people are starving and people with so much money that bought part of the world, people being killed and people crying, mothers abandoning children and others doing everything to have a child...
Watching people doing war claiming 'peace', people who stole millions and weren't arrested, who stole to eat picking up penalty of five years... Large people killing others, but were not arrested because they hadn't age yet...
People talked about that the hospice was a bad place to live, and so when watched the news was confusing, going towards the window, and looked for the facade of the gate of the Hospice that said: "The hospice is not here, the hospice is out there".
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