There is a science history fiction called thus. Here I talk about to that I understood in one night of insomnia, of those to howl to him to the moon.

There are people who accept commitments to the crazy person, are others do not have commitments, other that are enslaved of the freedom (it is not just like to be prisoner of stars)

But there are times in which one must avoid to establish bonds to survive, sometimes one is in a difficult circumstance, hoping to leave the disagreeable situation, but sometimes we do not know of plane like leaving. At those moments, we seated, to hope that something happens, when we know that we do what we do, we would act bad, because it is not a time to do nothing, but simply to be there, seated in the way. Exactly what the man does not make but to feel sorry itself and to cry... because the weeping is something that single belongs to the man. The wolf hopes, and the moon ray or the dawn shows their way to him. While, the wolf hopes cheers and of good spirit.

All the ways take to Rome, but sometimes the roundups are very long, so it is question to be hoping, to that something in the heart of the wolf it says to us, that way....

The prisoner of stars is the moment while wolf realizes that something walks bad, and that must stop, and the moment at which the claw leans in the way, arranged to the battle, without howling to him to the moon, leaving to hunt and killing; and to protect its puppies.

The wolf must live in the place that is its home; a wolf has its own territory; that it marks his way. The limitless possibilities do not agree to the man because it would drive crazy, but is the right of the wolf. The man puts you limit artificial, the wolf no; the wolf tinkles, and leaves track of its step, the man moves without leaving track; the man cannot fight against the nature, but the wolf if, because the claws of the wolf allow him to fight by itself, it is as is their level of being able, is one of the herd, it is the stepparwolf, or the prince of the wolves; the man is based on the hunters, does not fight by itself. The wolf has like Earth limits and the nature, because at the moment at which it leaves to the slope; it must face the man and the artificial rules, that do not have another value that to protect to the weak ones and to convince them that they are strong.

Somebody asked to me recently as they were the values or the goals of the wolf. Like for the man, we must define that it is a value.

Basically, the requirements so that something is value, are seven.

The seven steps to be value

1. . - To be chosen freely
2. . - Of between several alternatives
3. . - It produces satisfaction and pride to us
4. . - We can publish freely
5. . - To take it to the action
6. . - Of Repeated and Consistent way
7. . - Without damaging to others

IF we cannot publish it, or we cannot do it, or we damaged to others in the process, it is not value, it is to seat to us to take beer in a day of field and to say that pretty it is the nature. I dare to say that the values do not exist for which they do not have something of wolves in his inheritance, and that have not drowned it.

The only form to extend the prison that imposes stars, with its freedom, is to accept it, through the anger, and the value that we chose.

While we did not prune to run at night in the mountain, with the certainty a morning and a life with value, we will always consider slaves, or victims of the circumstances. We will be men, and nonwolves.

The way of the man is the one of which it tries to overcome to the world changing the circumstances; the wolf faces the world through if same, with the only thing that it will always have, because it is his right, its claw, and its heart.