o cristo morto de Locatelli

sepultou o fantasma da esquizofrenia.
i'm alive.

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agora tento esquecer das noites em que sonhei o caminho.
todas essas coincidências me perseguem; algo acontece.
as pessoas esperam notícias de amanhã; sonhei que o dia nasceu morto.
a liberdade pesa sobre meus ombros; procuro as correntes que enterrei no oceano - perdi.

pensei que ainda se pudesse acreditar em gente como nós. abri a porta e você não existiu.
tranquei de volta o que quis te contar, the bleed, "a pool in the shape of a heart".
quero acordar desse pesadelo, quero que você me acorde dizendo que é mentira.

ela veio.

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that girl was holding the whole universe within.
she lived in the nearby for 20 years, right in the next door.
then a day she got tired of the silence on earth and thought about releasing;
showed the universe as it was through her eyes, wonderful and cruel, all those colors and songs;
she could be me or you, but noone will ever know how hard it was to become her.
even so, guess she thinks more about the things that lives beyond these concrete grey ways, all the same, proud about their names.

wherever there's life, there's someone living.
wherever there's life, there's a dead legion in hiding.
wherever there's life, there will be dead trying to annihilate light.

a light surrounds life.
all you have to do is live; if you live, light surrounds you.