All I need to sleep happy, to have a child's sleep, to feel my body relaxed  in bed, is to think that I'm lying in that small room of the servants of the mansao on the beach, in one of the beds patented with very fresh sheets, and  talcum perfume used by the maids who have just showered. Oh! That scent of cotton washed with stone soap in chlorine-free water, cheap talc on mulatto bodies
They were going to sleep happy and tired after a hard day's work, one of them looked at me and smiled with a vassal and overwhelming smile. She is  Brazil. I saw that even with the masculine name Brazil is a woman, exploited, voluntarily servile, happy with her condition.
I'm lying next to her but not in her arms, I'm different, I smell different, I feel different, I want her well, I want to be her friend, I want to be close but we are not family.
So, I became without a family,I bacame orphan. I was always without a family because I am  not like her, I have so few things similar her and I getting go  more and more  different until I almost remembered nothing, but the smells stayed and they packed my sleep.