Live or die in Canaguá: Love, blood, sweat and tears
To live or to die, there is no difference when you live in Canaguá. Experiences of love and tears, obtained through sweat and blood. Blood provided by life and death, with shed tears, sometimes for living and sometimes for death or fear of death. Canaguá, an inhospitable place, neither town nor city, just a place CANAGUÁ. In the middle of the mountain, with some inhabitants who are used to live or die with the same integrity, to love, sweat, cry bitter tears or blood without even being moved. If you are looking for Canaguá on the map You will find the river Canaguá, but not a town or a village. Three buildings close to a road. A place where human beings, animals and plants, just live or die as part of their anodyne existence. Love is born everywhere, love of human beings that is fundamentally based on sex, romantic love of the protagonist, love of animals for procreation, love of animals and plants that must be cared for for their conservation. Canaguá is that, life, death and nature. The only thing out of context is the human being, who sheds sweat and tears, crying in front of sad or unexpected situations, sweating because of the hard work, sweating because of the terrible heat and humidity, sweating in front of the situations in which he is about to die. The wounds of daily life make them bleed, fights as a sport of the place spill blood, Creole duels to become intense are sealed with blood, blood is spilled at the time of deciding who lives and who dies. But also one comes to love in a deep and beautiful way, even though this brings tears. These tears are salty and leave a bitter taste in the soul. Canaguá, place of beautiful dreams, Canaguá, place of truncated dreams. Canaguá, unforgettable place where love will always be professed, despite having shed blood, sweat and tears to get to fill the river.