de varios días.

estou ai,
escrebendo coisas que ainda nao fiz,
fazendo cosas que ainda nao vivi,
a saudade, permaneçe igual,
a saudade de mim,
de mia pessoa,
acho que, tomara, melhor...

a vida ate agora sea sorpresa,
perda issa predicibilidade que tem,
se vc quer, podi esperar ao tempo,
ja se que o tempo e a vida nao esoera a ninguem,
por isso, eu nao espero,
so, asim,
ando.

Y pasa si,
The sings appears to tell me,
Go, alwats go,
Theres no work?
Go,
You feel lost?
Go.

Have you learn this?
I still learning, every moment,
So, my place is unknown,
My name changes with the days in my head,
My hometown is far, and i don't even miss it,
But i still have to learn,
The courage to carry away myself,
Without nothing

Im errant, no place, no direction to go,
Im wandering like numb,
So,
Where i should go.

Todo se arma para dejarme libre,
Feed the birds,
Feed your dreams,
Feed the predictions you see,

It's fun:ny, almost hylarious,
How i see the marks and how i see the propertis to manage everything,

Isn't sad? That way i cannot find a challenge, i become more and more careless, more and more sick,
And althrough all,
I still feel the same,
I'm living more, moving more,
Making myself a shore of free being,
Of choices.
But i still have the inner feeling,
That there's no reason, no meaning,
Then my only way out,
Is to learn to live with that.

Me despierto asi,
A madrugada, a hacer café antes de que el mundo se encienda,

Con la ciudad dormida, desparramada, sin sus ruidos incomodos,
Con los pajaros gallos y lo que suene que no sean máquinas,

Todo se escapa,
Perdi la cuenta de todo lo que ha pasado,
22 todavia,
La vida se escapa,
Patalea, o asi por asi,
no se inmuta, se mueve,
Creo que ya van 4 meses,
Perdi la cuenta,
O más o menos,
Los soles,
Los besos,
Los cigarros,
Las pirañas y el mato,
El río, la tapioca, el açaí,
Borboletas y lluvia,
Piel quemada y pies sucios,

Compartir un baño con 18 personas,
O más o menos,

Dormir en hamaca, dolor de espalda,
Fumar y fumar,
Dirigir una canoa,
Hacer artesanias y no venderlas,

Pegar folia dos arbores pra saber seus nomes,

Sol sofocante,
Y lluvia, despues viene lluvia tormenta,
Y la calma...

Y tormenta, estamos en la tormenta,
de nuevo,
Y con la tormenta, la nostalgia,
que siempre aparece y nunca pasa,
pero ya sé,
ya medio aprendí a desvanecer.

Then i realize, in the woods,
Life its a movie,
Its a film,
It's what you make of it,
What you choose to do,

What you choose to live,
Surreal the most of the times,
Things that you didn't imagine happens,
Still i have to find something else,
But for know,
I know what is,
It's a mirror thst only shows what's infront,
Never the back or the after, always in front what's going.

Then, i wonder, what am i suppose to do with all my memories?

Where else can i put them?
So beautiful, so unic, so terribily good,

I still ask to know where they go.

Cause my life, like every otherd lifes,
Is all we have,
So fragile and unic, irremediable, efimeral, and sadly and happily, short...

The life as i know it.

Eu estaba lembrando,
mentras fazia o cha do torojil,
Aquele home que eu estive namorada,
Porque fazia o cha pra seu irmao doente...

Muito tempo despois, eu decidi que nao podiria ficar namorada mas.

Despois aconteçeu a otra pessoa de quen eu quasi fico namorada, porque gostei das cosas que fazia, o cantor das borboletas.

Ai, di conta que nao podia ficar namorada das historias de ninguen, so das coisas que a gente esta fazendo, sempre, no presente.

Agora, estou con certeza, que o amor e uma coisa que va por ai, sendo amor, machucando umas vezes, mais ensenhando sempre, a deixar ser.

Tamben, encontrei que no posso ficar namorada muito tempo, porque deixo de ser o que sou, a vida nao e cor de rosa.

Ainda nao sei onde e que eu vou a ficar minha vida, onde e que quero morar, nao sei que vou fazer manha,

O que se, e que vou a vivir.
Um dia a vez, como os adictos.

Its all about drugs,
Trip drugs and alcohol...

It's okay, to them,
I'm not into it.

I try things,
But to me, it's too boring,
I shall develop something more,

Some kind of sense,
That worth fill the space,
Maybe with air,
Or something else.

I would like to keep all my memories intact, pure,
But how sad,
I miss my own memories,
That i cannot remember perfectly...

That's the only valuable thing i had,
I hope it don't vanish.

The moments we have,
Are always irreplaceable,
So tiny so effimeral,
That pass before you stop your mind,
Pass all in front your eyes,
Slip and snuff,
So easily gone,

Before you cannot even aford
To catch them,
Before you even recognize the taste in your mouth,
We are all already gone,
But didn't figure out,
How it occurs.