Clothes, food, houses, whats inside, what comes from outside. I apologize, to my Brazilian and portuguese readers, this text is in English. N stuck in the head and I don't know how else to loose but to speak cocos, or aroz, aros, Arroz if you prefer. Sitting in counters of ends missed per days of untrutful belifts, the lost lead their never lending cry. It's us. Believe We see. We saw. We know. We are your head more than your brain: can guide you. Their words must be spoken,