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the brightest light a children's painting of a dinosaur the longest wave the deepest ocean a shiny crystal the deepest dream the closest smile a messy room the tallest tree a strawberry a room full of love notes an untied necktie an open window a sanatorium a nurse a fallen night a sweet nectar a close smile a deep ocean the deepest ocean the deepest dream the hardest blowing wind a whole world falling apart a single beat.

dizer que o céu é todo azul sem olhar pras nuvens ou se preocupar com a noite esperar os dias passarem por você e você não por eles dar um pequeno sopro na primeira peça apreciar a imagem daquilo tudo desabando pegar o primeiro avião e não olhar pra trás subir até o topo da montanha pra ouvir o eco da sua voz terminal sentar-se ao piano e interpretar as mais simples lentas e fracas melodias pressionar nele várias teclas simultaneamente perceber que o som não é mais o mesmo sair pra caminhar por um parque ninguém brincando ninguém correndo ninguém sentar onde costumava ser seu balanço preferido azul enferrujado idad

the dolls won't stop dancing as long as the water falls as long as the promises echo time will show us the way and then maybe, just maybe we'll stay the same. follow the way through the green valleys wind calls and we don't know where from or where to and we don't care maybe we'll reach a village or two where people are still alive and the law is the world we'll be pleased to meet them and then turn back and run we'll forget the past and make our own post-tomorrow and the snow that's our new world and then maybe, just maybe the clocks will still tick and show us time so we can see how meaningless time is and then maybe, ju

nunca fiquei afundado no nada nunca vivi cercado por monstros infundados nunca passei pela entrada não quero caminhar sozinho por essa estrada. não quero viver. não quero viver essa negação. não ultrapasse a linha- me deixe só, aqui estou. estou rezando pela chuva, estou beijando e adorando o chão, estou olhando pros céus e indagando coisas que não sei o que são, estou fechando os olhos e escutando respostas jogadas em vão. mudanças são bem-vindas, não quero saber aonde vou viver, eu só sei que estou longe. e eu não quero viver. e eu não quero viver a minha própria negação.

the lens that used to make the sky green used to make the leaves fly from left to right from left to right just made the clouds become monsters made of smoke i see they look everything from up there i see they laugh at everything they see i see they can't stop laughing at me. all that used to be colorful slipped away~ i felt all the colors become an unique gray an image is smashed as the seconds pass a circle keeps decreasing its radius down down until it's nothing but a dot lost in the lone space. in the end of the day, we see children sing and dogs bark. emeralds and stones should never go to the same collar; emeralds and s

it's been 44 minutes since my eyes got blurred like this for the first time. the noise that my brain creates, it gets mixed up with the sound the elevator makes when someone is going to the 21th floor- it's like the beating of a silver hammer in a car, and disturbing like seeing the girl you love the most falling in the arms of another and getting happy for this. the lights are still low, like if nobody had been here in the last 37 days. that's something i'd like to say all right. then i stop hanging around the house choking in the walls, and i decide to go look at some window. i choose the worst one- my room's window. even though it's all

dead trees. fallen leaves lie next to me. making patterns in my head, and burning some evil thoughts i used to have. animals playing around, feels like they're playing hide and seek with me. still it feels like the autumn's going away. i was lost in such a familiar place. all i wish i was. feels like the autumn's gone away. it was the place i came from.

and the man said, at the same time he was walking down the stairs to the loft- "you don't know how to live, boy. probably won't even be able to guide your own life just the same way a bus sistematically goes through the roads, from city to city, everyday, without ceasing." and the boy, downcast and bashful in the darkest corner of the room, raised his pointer finger of his right hand, that was already bloodstained, and as the blood dripped off his last tears of life, second to second, to the ground, pronounced- "then, here i am- without vehicles, without roads, without cities. by foot, barefooted, homeless. walking, to the horizon you can't