something i wrote today. i tried to give it some sense, cuz i wrote it in portuguese. stay safe everyone.
the past echoes in the present, like a blade, that gives meaning to the wounds of a lifetime. the same life that has been lost in time, in the vividness of the moment, reliving stories of sweat, passion and blood. covered in dust and musty smell. the reality, tinged with darkness and despair, which tends, not wanting to exist, suffocated by tears and heart panting. the lack of words, that erodes the essence of knowledge, and the longing that shatters every moment and becomes suffering. yes my love. damned thing, blessed thing, which is composed in my infinite …