Uma ode aos que tem um mundo paralelo em suas mentes
Para os que não sabem vender suas ideias
Para quem não tem pra onde ir nem onde ficar
Aqueles que nutrem-se de seus anseios
Sem saber nunca o que fazer com eles
Para os que como eu, ainda assim pensam que a vida é cor de rosa.
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Where these things start? How do they get?
People are overwhelmed with frustration, hostility, anger, ..., ready to erupt at any time. I see fear as a safety valve. Anything, the pressure decreases.
Whenever we do something, and suddenly "change the rules" do something that could not be undone. Chose UNFORGIVABLE.
We can not let the walls that surround us depress us. Believe ... I know that they can lead us mad. Look beyond the walls. Learn to live inside your head. No wall can stop it.
Each of us have obsessions, for anything else. There are few times we do not need them.
The moments of normalcy that we have fallen far ... Should we worry about it? Each of us begins to create a sanctuary of mind in which we hide from ourselves and within ourselves.
Now the whole world is on the edge contemplating the abyss. All intellectuals, liberals, sycophants, suddenly, no one can think of anything to say. Night exudes fornication and bad consciences.
Your mind goes to dark places and you wonder why. Every day the future is more gloomy. But the past, even the worst parts of the past, are becoming more and more radiant. Sometimes, when things eyes, it's like I do not remember how they are. It is as if this world, the real world, was like walking through fog. And people were only shadows, shadows in the fog.
I'm always looking at the stars. They are distant. All I see of stars are their old photographs.
People are trying to build a paradise and find that it is populated with horrors. Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is done ...
[The darkest souls are not those who choose to be in hell of the abyss, but those who decide to run away and wander quietly among us.]
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