Silent night

Within four hours it would be Christmas Day. Just a few thoughtful walking shadows here and there walking lonely, not knowing what else to do. Just walking and feeling cold on their faces. All of them struggling to delay their arrival at home. Silent night, sad night, night of tears.

The sofa

Joaõ’d arrived at the beach with his friends. They all had made arrangements to spend San Juan’s Night having a good time. People prepared the fires. Joaõ jumped full of energy, but he crashed against the arm of a burning sofa. He burned  to death. Nobody dared to do anything.