Vem de dentro, nos relentos e inesperados momentos. Na calma d'alma ela tem o seu sustento, surpreendendo os teus antecipamentos. Machuca, lateja, permanece e se esvai antes que se possa perceber, levando consigo as grandes marcas que te garantiam a existência nos teus piores momentos. Ela cala, engasga e mata.
Com o sofrimento não há eu lírico, impossibilitam diferentes posicionamentos, te levando ao início do derradeiro. Com ele se aprende, tua alma se arrasta, tremeja e desiste.
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It comes from within, in the wind and unexpected moments. In the calm of soul it has it's sustenance, surprising your anticipations. It hurts, it throbs, it stays and it disappears before it can be perceived, taking with it the great marks that guaranteed you the existence in your worst moments. It shuts you up, chokes and kills.
With suffering there is no lyrical self, it prevents different positions, leading you to the beginning of the last. With it you learn, your soul creeps, shivers and gives up.
Siga sua essência sempre.
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