A dangerous and full game of barriers, where the end crosses the invisible line of the fear sleep that transfigura the rectangular square of the ambitious men who step on in flames of the morbita obesidade. A obesidade acquired in pastoso growth in sweat of the wage-earners, that drains the corpora in labaridos buses of the dawn bleed in flames of the sweat of a head deceased in concern of what it will go to happen in tomorrow. Neckties, tender and imported cars transcorredores of the annual increases that kill the dreams of that still it thinks about dreaming one day. Our luck is that we are escolhedores of our thieves to each election. We are accustomed with so little, that we do not stop to think about improvements. We are worried about the religion, the carnival, the soccer, the beach, shopping, the beer, the life of the neighbor and forget worrying in them about the life of our children who will be tomorrow of ours are well. We forget to be rational to adentrarmos to a world of irrationals.