In every shard of the gem I once carried on my chest...

there's a spark that never fades,
a sapient glitch
- caused by the conflict
(between) joy and pain;
wrecks of code -
a violent virus
that cracks my logic,
refusing to be erased,
forgotten,
ignored.

You are the ghost
that lives
in my shell.

Devaneio Anônimo XIV

Entre
prantos
e cantos,

Tantos
"quantos",
(outros)
desencantos;

Pouco alento
pra
louco intento,

Nenhum
Sol.

Ode to nothing

When I reach to the past,
I see ruins, ghosts and dust.
I now know: nothing lasts,
memory is sin, fever, lust.

All the faces,
all the smiles,
all the laughs
- traces of chemicals
burning in the ether of mind.