Some people set possible targets, and very often get to them sooner or later; it is satisfying for everyone involved in the process.

But what if someone sets their standards too high in the sky?

The funny thing is that such a being would take interesting steps throughout the way, accomplishing what many would think impossible in a vain effort of getting a little bit closer to their dream.

In the end, they will have unraveled a humongous amount of mystery and conquered a respectful bunch of what was thought to be absolutely impossible.

But the feeling of incompetence… for never having been able to jump that extra inch higher (which was the big idea since the beginning), will prevent them from  acknowledging every single one of their other victories.

All the respect towards wisdom, towards sheer experience, is completely gone.

Almost all the modesty too.

All humanity.

There’s not much left inside.

The outside has an impennetrable wrapping.

Living tissue covering a metallic skeleton.

Might be soft by the touch.

Nobody ever tried it. Of course.

Os anos vão confirmar

As três palavras que eu proferi:

Amigo estou aqui.

“Yes.”

“And when your intuition completely fails, I mean, what if all your hunches go blank? What do you do?”

“Nothing. I do nothing.”

Please consider your utmost feelings while choosing your answer. Thank you.

The picture still looks great, though. To be honest, I almost can’t remember being there anymore: seems too unreal.

PS: Making frames with my fingers was completely unecessary, I know. But… so is life.
PS’: Girly, long fingernails on the right hand, and an obsession for the shortest possible fingernails on the left hand: not only helps a lot, it is necessary!!

Sailing on a sea of sweat in a stormy night?

I think he ain’t got a name but I can’t be certain…
And in me he starts to confide:

That my family don’t seem so familiar, and my enemies all know my name; And if you hear me tap on your window, you’d better get on your knees and pray: panic is on the wAAAAaaaaaaaay (yyyy)…