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. 


Manifesto do Transcendental Prático

A prática e teoria alternam entre si, e como tal, introspecção e extrospecção na minha pessoa. Eu me sinto estagnado, e com isso formulo a mudança. 

1.A busca de uma linguagem, não é unica. A proficiência em equipamentos não é equivalência do desenvolver os meios de expressão.

2. A realidade que temos que lidar com noções além das auto construídas. Embora ainda tenhamos que notar como. 

3.Renovar renovar e renovar. A licença pra se reinventar é entusiasmante. E neste ano, caminhamos em direção a isto, agora é leva-lo a níveis mais intensos. 

Viva e conte. A história de cem sois. 


Damn it, I’m a living mess.

I’ve yet to notice whether or not it brings me to a point of change.

You know I’m just walking around like usual, trying to make amends

And she just had to show up didn’t she.

Jesus, what is the matter with me? Running away from people?

I know I do have my wishes to be alone sometimes, but why the hell

does it always have to be like this with parties?

Eda actually showed me, why is it so easy for me to bond with her

and so hard to bond with those around me that matter  A LOT?

This dipping, and attempting to go and just not going for it.

I’m wondering whether I went crazy or not. Because from outside

I’m pretty sure I’d find myself to be nuts.

Well fuck me. I’m quite frustrated at myself right now, so whomever

sees this and knows who the fuck I am, please buzz me. I’d probably

have a couple of words spared for anyone who does.