"Serenity...is my guest,
and lives in this place.
There are days when being shy
it hides crying, I must confess.
Despair is great
and everything disturbs its pace -
I keep looking for it.
I show to the quietness
that I wish for the stillness,
and it must fight for me.

Peacefully it turns up,
smiling voluntarily
it hugs me.

(by Conceição Sousa)