I died.

That a sense of perfect joy pervades me.
But no, A mixture of anger and dissatisfaction, redemption.
I even disturb me the vision of the splendid sculpture of the Christ de Janeiro.
Each knows everything, Everyone is angry with anything but at the same time he is happy to share his small daily achievements: a beer, a granita, a game…

Maybe I'm not dead.
Maybe I'm doing my business.
Maybe I'm studying.
Maybe they are with arms to perts in my nature that I get pervaded by beauty.