" pretending that everything is fine: the body ripped and dressed in ironed clothes, remnants of flames inside the body, desperate screams under the conversations: pretending that everything is fine: you look at me and only you know: in the street where our stares meet it is night: people don't imagine: people are so ridiculous, so deplorable: people talk and don't imagine: we look at ourselves: pretending that everything is fine: the blood boiling beneath the skin equal to the days before everything, storms of fear on smiling lips: will i die?, i ask inside of myself: will I die?, you look at me and only you know: hot irons, fire, silence and rain that cannot be described: love and death: pretending that everything is fine: having to smile: an ocean that burns us, a fire that drowns us. "

― José Luís Peixoto , A Criança em Ruínas