The only thing life has to teach us is that we really don't have much to learn. It was all along quite simple, and it's how it should be.

- Digamos que eu esteja passando por uma situação mental complicada.
- Quer conversar?
- Quero, quero muito, o problema é que não consigo. Sabe, acho que isso que é loucura, você pensa tanto ao ponto de já não saber mais explicar sua conclusão (que provavelmente é triste) não pelo fato da incapacidade de explicar as coisas mas por simplesmente não haver palavras na vida para expressar a sua nova realidade... então você grita e eles, assustados, te põe num hospício.

Desabafo.

To know...
To understand the buried rules of living
Because we have nowhere else to run... except to death.
The turbulence casted by our ancestors,
The art of Caim’s choice…
Her ways, tricks, illusions... her hints.
It’s as if it was a person of her own
A person made of half a million years of complexion
That, somehow, challenged all thinking things
To be able to understand that:
Giving up would be an irrational way of trying,
And to ignore could be the smartest manner to respond,
And that hate was always a proud way of loving.
That all other strange contradictions
Could actually make sense.
Details forming, like sand to crystals
that you call living
(I call it art)
Well, my utopist goal is to conquer her
Not only to understand life’s essence,
But to prove her otherwise,
To injure her with her own intelligence,
To murder her immortal pride.

Tudo Psiu

Talk to me
Ease my pride
Share my shame
And lets make out of this hurricane
An ease blowing wind
For both
For one
For all
And for as long as it can last.
Be my half side of insanity...