Keep me going, Lord

I saw the smoke filling this room. It smells hard. Tedious, boring life. I've heard a noise. Maybe not. They've given a gift! Thank you, sir. The smoke rolls around me. Like clouds on the sky. Disgusting day. Can anybody help me, please? I've glanced at them. I don't care. Suddenly, I've got a message: "Calm down and rest. You deserv it." I obeyed. Now, I'm dreaming. Beauty and silence. Unbelievable! Good luck for you. Please don't touch me.

Macaé, 11 de julho de 2006.