Nihil est ab omni parte beatum

Awake, arise, and evolve
There's a war coming our way…
At the edge of infinity,
In the narrow paths of the universe,
I see the ashes of time…
Renaissance through fire dances
Leading to Purification…
In the vastness of your eyes,
Transportation to the closeness…
Listen, see and escape
Like a thunder that got away…
When darkest night falls
The gap between the Worlds opens
And loneliness absorbs ones soul...
The night is long, sometimes cosmic
But there will always be a dawn…
And just when sunlight resurfaces
Ones gypsy soul awakes refreshed…






“Há certo gosto em pensar sozinho. É ato individual, como nascer e morrer.” -
Carlos Drummond de Andrade





Listening to “Tempestade” – Cordel do Fogo Encantado