H O P E

Even on exposed sores as scars, realities on display show fractures... the macambúzio country whips in the wind... Blow away the ashes that stubbornly stay in sight... But it seems that now a new scene shows new landscape... new flags start to flutter... new corners command the renewal of dead acts... Hope changes her clothes, and the feathers for so long desired start to wear the migrating birds that bring good news and new dawns... !