When sun is down I begin to fell the life in my blood I sit up, I smell the fresh air and, I begin to walk... Long distances to go, My land and water wait for me nigth by nigth. I search for food , I rest and continue my way. Everywhere I search for safety... When I feel these ancestral impulses I raise my head and I begin to howl With a deep sound born in the depths of my throat. Sometimes I hear a far answer, sometimes no... With no compass I know I can go and return to my home by the same ways Mi life is lonely because I want it so. I walk surrounded by the shadow of the nigth until the days breaks. I watch, smell and hear. Sometimes the vision of light hurts my eyes and strong sound makes me confused and affraid. And, when the sun begins to rise and its rays are bright I look for refuge to rest until the next sunset. It is not a prison, It is just my life and the way of my kind It just is. I have no individual consciousness I am one with the whole, I am one with the nature and the brush and the grassland where I live All I know is that I must survive Laura Monica Steiman