Quando todo o resto perde sentido...

At night, a rock breaks the window (and the silence) into his bedroom,
Wrapped up in a paper, wich says:
"Don´t give up on that...not yet."
Suddenly he wakes up, crying like the night before, and before, and before...
Wondering if it was real, or it was all just a dream (the greatest of all).
At his side, on the furniture, a little-pinked-origami-bird whispers:
"Don´t give up on that...not yet."
With a smile on his face, he falls asleep. Maybe this time for good.