Humble words and digs are honest man’s characteristic
Honor, persistence, goodness, resistance, no clairvoyance
The world is our home behind a panel of altruistic believe
Without Corning glass to protect our goods and gods, so naïve!
Why are we so far from safety and still, intensely believe in it?
Why do I insist in writing bad English instead of a good Portuguese?
Is any real possibility of life with quality after some occurrences?
Fighting for suicide is against to love of life, friends and siblings,
Sons and daughters whose presence or absence I intend to leave?
Am I a coward not to blow my head up or a seeker waiting for sunlight?
How do you people judge a man’s life based on self-made prophecies?
The bird falls from the tree without feeling sorry for itself, poet says
To me, how do we evoke god to find the devil, pray for peace
Believe in so many lies, a cabin full of bugs, and a ditch of poisonous snakes.
Around, between mysterious light, wrong ideas become truth and law.
Brokenhearted people depersonalize themselves searching the thaw.