Just look at me, I want no forced smiles you bid.
Just understand that what I feel is mine and make it what you want.
Uncontrolled, running beneath the rain, between cars that are a mile a minute.
It's crazy to risk that.
But what seems harmless befalls also rips and shreds.
How do you want to talk to me in spirit if not give you know with matter?
What is balanced? Ignore the madness? Ignore the fact that everything we touch crumbles in pain?
I do not want to force smiles, do not wanna feel the god with the power to manipulate and explain the feelings.
I'm all over this imbalance, this darkness am also am that selfish, I am this malaise, the disappointment of nature, I am all that if I want, and while I am the opposite.
I'm all or nothing, God or the Devil, the being who chooses without choosing. The sun lives, and even confuses the minds alive when it hides.
Amo fazer da vida uma eterna poesia :) 
