In the darkness there was only a piece of paper, the ground in pieces and dressed in rags , she was lost, the unnamed girl, with those crooked teeth and knotted arms... at last saw the light that sparkled in the holes of her window ...There were no doors and the cage was rusty and full of angry shadows like Plato's cave ... She saw the shadows and the awakening of Light, although distant and a assortment hole, there was a friend and a confession awakened her to courage, shelter and hunger... Ridding evil and pies chains, she knelt and said : "Goodbye, follows" and held his hand! Shadows were dead , dead walls became , with Light rising, Far and away from the cage that crumbled with the new journey of the girl without a name in search of one way tied to hands warm by the Creator of love ...
(Joyce Martins)
