.: Ðouglas :.

The cenobitas are between us. You do not trust the appearances. That respectable gentleman has little, with its eyeglasses, its gray necktie, its Leading Brazilian business newspaper, perhaps it also a cenobita. The cenobitas if camouflage in a thousand simple disguises, if they hide in the darkest burrows, use occult doors that nobody sees, pass for you some times to the day without that you perceive. As opportunist viruses, never they show to the light of the day and they never attack the healthful soul. But they observe you and they smeel pain the kilometers. You occult your displayed wound. It is the your pain that attracts these vultures of the soul. You do not think about them, you do not see e to them, mainly, never you invoke them. You do not relax, is always remained alert, where little wait, here it is the cenobita, perhaps there same, ahead of the mirror that aimings.