On the first day, then, he asked of himself no more than objectivity. Which became a source of cares and deceptions. For example, a little bird was singing. But as soon as Martim tried to make it concrete, the little bird stopped being a symbol and suddenly was no longer whatever it was you could call a little bird. In order to make up for it, the roosters and hens became in his rigorous eyes the day itself: they were rushing around, white among the smoke, the morning sun, if Martim wasn't quick he'd miss it, the roosters were running, sometimes opening their wings, the hens without having to take care of the eggs were free, all this was the morning itself and if you weren't quick you'd miss it - objectivity was a dizzying glance.