Sunday of morning. Universal day of the rest, where all the workers, men and women, can relax, after one week repleta of crowded bus, inalcanveis stated periods, mal-humorado head, at last, the agruras of always. I thought, that I incased myself in these conditions, therefore I I had suffered to everything this and more a little, sad deceit. Eye the clock, with the eyes covered for the fog of sleep, of first not enxergo the hours I rub, them and I contemplate the small wristwatch, still are 8h! Me esparramo in the bed, to tan that one restinho of morning. It was almost returning to the world of the dreams, was when, I felt the bed to tremble, it would be only one dream, or nightmare?A deafening noise entered for the window, was as the voice of the demon (never I heard the voice of capeta, but the voice that I heard was so frightfully horrible, who certainly did not leave nothing to desire to the Belzebu), the end of the world if it abated on my house, the crossbow fera had fond, p, the world had that to finish exactly in the sunday, more good it would be to finish in second! I jumped of the done bed a deer (I said V AND the D, that one animalzinho saltitante, and not viado), with the heart leaving for the ears, ran to catch tero and to make my last conjuncts, however I perceived as I was being awaken, that were not the end of the world, nor neither that voice was of the thing-bad one, I looked at for the window and I desired that the world finished! In front of my humble maloca, a son d$ #@! , he had on the sound of the car in the biggest height, hearing funk and other musics of the pornocarioquista sort. That man had taken off me what I had of more sacred, to be able to rest in the Sunday, I pulled a chair, and of the window of the room, I was contemplating that one, scene: the owner of the car and more 4 friends, taking beer and dancing, were if amusing my costs, (if he is that if he can call that amusement), I was there voyerizando, watching, without knowing what to make, to sleep he would not obtain, I caught the telephone, the policy could return to a sleep tranquilo to me, but not, he waits, he looked at for window and vi a viatura if approaching, thanks to God! Which was not my disillusionment when I perceived that the policemen were friends of the dancers! What to make, the meliantes had the escort of the authorities, who would escort my sleep? It could not act with my proper hands, therefore certainly it would apanharia done the Maguila, I decided to take a bath to join and me to the festeiros, since it could not win them, I decided to learn to dance, and taking off music bad, the beer until it tava well frozen.