Neste ciclo de reminiscências…

O que nos empurra adiante?

Doravante, lembremos de tudo o que nos propiciou felicidades

Adelante, recuperemos vontades que de pouco abaixaram sua flamula

Mais em frente, salvaguarde seus momentos e pensamentos mais significativos

Para que de modo andante



As vezes repentante

Mas nunca estante,


ou hesitante

de caminhar sempre.

Caminhar pra longe

ou para perto.

Caminhar pra frente é para qualquer lado,

desde que o lado consiga com seus passos

mostrar a luz do novo,

em contraste com o agora.



Ever fleeting

Mostly dismissing

Concurring thoughts

That mingle and dangle

at the mindset of being.

And yet,

Oh but yet.

Yet have I got to see

Such lightness of being


or treading such ways.

This was a path to tread alone

And yet, how come it never came to?

In transit. 


In transition 


Change is a never ending format

I’ve changed to the point I’m delusional about who I am. 

I can’t keep track of me inside me. 

And I can’t keep track of others inside me. 

Is that what it means to become so independent? To the point individuality stands for itself and nothing else? 

I fear I’ve become clueless in how to deal with people. As much as I’ve become clueless in dealing with myself. 

I just need somebody. 

In a sense

Riffs and shreds of thoughts are but a few of the ones meant to show me a  revision of what stands so far of me as a person.

The spiral has brought me to full disorientation, and yet I feel at ease.

Not knowing what’ll happen brings me comfort, and allows me to finally get something I have not all these years.

Having an objective and the willpower to do something is different than simply charting what should happen and forcing things to attain that projection, while discarding altogether the factors which allow growth in a heuristic manner.

simplesmente quando menos pensei, noto que já virei reacionário.

Caos traz calmaria a partir da estagnação,

and only willpower towards an end has the possibility of stirring it all up.


O problema da liberdade é não saber o que fazer com ela.

Liberdade em vasto nível, amarra


E deixa estagnado o pensar

O fazer

E o ser. 

Tantas possibilidades, visões de futuro que uma pessoa tende a conter, a vislumbrar 

Que o pequeno GRANDE ato de caminhar é uma afronta a esse cruzamento. 

Improviso tem regra, 

Obras tem regras, 

Pensamentos tem regras, 

Sentimentos tem regras

Numa regra sem caso, existirá ela mesmo? 

Eyes closed

Looking around as if I’m the unseen.

Running alert from the watchers,

Men and women desperate for a quick buck

Echo their cries, announcing the diversity of their wares. 

Empty little things, warding one’s entrance

And yet, allowing them to stay in the race. 

The race of survival, 

The race of independence, 

The way of living.
People have yet to lay their sights away from their screens, to recognize such efforts. For yet, the sight their screens offer are of kilometers afar, leaving nothing but husks with a heartbeat inside a train. 


I’ve learned how hard it gets to let go of things. 

However, what bothers me is the way I did so. 

In the process of doing so I became… unattached. It’s become hard to attach to someone else. Not that I don’t, but it certainly has become harder to do so. 

My mind has unlearned the ways of relating to others, such in a way I find myself to have become once more, lonely. 

Yes, I’m lonely. 

But weirdly enough, 

that’s what I wish for, 

while at the same time, 

what I don’t. 

So it’s decided, I’ve always been twisted like this, haven’t I? 

Even when I was around you guys.

Amazing how being distant to people does that to us, but if anything, I was very close to you. 

That’s the harder thing to process. 

Why, even if we had such good times together I had such a hard time involving myself with all of you? 

One part of it was culture, but I managed to skip that over. I’d watch and listen what you had. And we’d have some weird moments whenever I brought forth some of our references, and so many precocious Brazilian Memes. 

I was probably like this the whole time. 

Looking back now, we just didn’t give a shit. That’s the problem isn’t it? Thinking too much? 

I just need to go and do it.

Even if it places me into uncomfortable situations.

I mean that’s how I met all of you, didn’t I? 

Thanks for the good times. 

… Or like godbedamned fall out boy would say it:thanksfthemmrs.

Oh fuck, kill me please HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.