SOL DE FUMAÇA

When there is only one road, not even the sun can light other paths. The body must not slow down. Day after day, no matter how tired, hope remains undefeated. The wood is conquered by the ax. Coal is the currency of life. Nights don't get any easier. Dust and faith are all there is. No scent of roses, although their hard thorns poke at everyday life. Mrs. Rose, flower in the name only, can never be a bottom. Everything piled up in the heat. Sweat and TV. No one knows how to turn off the sun of smoke.