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strip my ego down to the last strap
til there's nothing left
til you see the ugliness for what it really is
no more virtue signaling
it's not meant to be a strife
but what is it inside me that makes it be all the time
like a wind blowing to no end
blame the sea, call it destiny
delusions, grief and despair
took over my counsciousness (again)
i'm fond of meta jokes but
this gimmick is getting too ridiculous
try to regain control of yourself
and claim everyone deserves love
but do you really believe it?
if you're so careless to your own being
i stare at a black hole
and i can only see a mirror
why the fuck does tony soprano feels so relatable?
what kinda of animal does that make me?
why do i wanna be seen?
why do i wanna be heard?
i don't even remember
i'm worse than livia
i doubted my humanity for so much time
and drowned in self pity
moonlight please bathe me
i don't even remember
i'm worse than the devil
sunshine, please wash my closed eyes
moonlight, please bathe me
look at the sky and let
the astral objects heal my soul
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wild strawberries
03:58
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my burning heart shows me her traces
i see you wherever flowers bloom.
her love is mingled with every air
your voice calls as the summer wind
gliding through my skin
don't be afraid of the winter
or the waves crashing on the sea
or the birds singing over the sky
i'm here with you, holding you tight.
don't be afraid, little one.
it will soon be day again
no one will hurt you
i am here with you, i won't let you go
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no fim do outono
05:47
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sem me preocupar sei que vou nascer de novo
vou me afogar nas correntes que levam pra longe meu corpo
pra ter segurança naqueles braços
preciso saber se ainda são meus
vou me desprender dessa carne
e pedir pra deus me abençoar com o caminho pra casa
quando o outono terminar
vou pairar em outra forma, vou saber quem eu sou afinal
tentando achar conforto
em ser parte de algo
vou me desprender dessa carne
e pedir pra deus me abençoar com o caminho pra casa
quando o outono terminar
vou pairar em outra forma, vou saber quem eu sou afinal
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espelhos de água
minha reflexão tem outra forma
não sei mais quem eu sou
vidas abandonadas
pavimentam o chão que me falta
onde minha casa foi parar
minhas mãos não tem mais o que se segurar
quero tocar o céu que não se alcança
e buscar pela luz que se esvai da minha inocência
se perdendo junto a fé que nunca esteve lá
mas se a fumaça não se desvair do céu, o oceano me incendiará
pra ver de novo o que se perdeu por lá, where did my mind go?
but i can't even remember who i was a year ago
is my brain damaged this hard? i can't let go
what is lost is mine, who you were and so
scattered fragments of memory blurred in a stream
the sea of solaris, my home is bound to dream
i need to find myself, i need to let you go
but how can you forget what is lost inside of you
an endless sea, fragmented counscioussness
i need to find myself, i need to let you go
but how can you forget what is lost inside of you
an endless sea, fragmented memories
when one is happy, the meaning of life and
other eternal themes rarely interest them.
these questions should be asked at the end
of one's life. but we don't know when life will end.
that's why we're in such a hurry.
to ask is always the desire to know
yet the preservation of human truths requires mystery.
of happiness, death, love and eternity.
where did my mind go?
i can't even remember who i was a year ago
is my brain damaged this hard? i can't let go
what is lost is mine, who you were and so
scattered fragments of memory blurred in a stream
the sea of solaris, my home is bound to dream
(we don't want other worlds. we want mirrors)
i need to find myself, i need to let you go
but how can you forget what is lost inside of you
and endless sea, fragmented memories
flowing in a stream of gathered uncounsciousness
sobe, sobe água. sobe chuva e nada muda
meus passado não lavou meus ferimentos de garrinhas cinzas
encosto nesse ombro, nesse oceano
e nele ponho minha sede de me dissolver junto
a todos os seus outros seres
encantados com a sua imensidão
com sua confusão
me faz de mim seu corpo
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fingers
04:02
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i wanted to touch your hands
feel your fingers slipping through
to let the textures fall
and open the path of seeing you
i could let all these hours float
if i meant i was waiting for you
to see what i saw
and tell me it's real
maybe in some life i could
say all those things i hope you already know
somehow
so much has passed by
but it still feels like
the first time
i was never sure of anything
but deep down the line i felt
you knew what i daydreamed of
and i holded on to that
hoping someday
we'll not be afraid
of anything anymore
so much has passed by
but it still feels like the first time
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sonhos tomam conta São Paulo, Brazil
painting dreamscapes
ela dela (she/ they)
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