To sacrify my pain I need the right poison to create the peace that I've never had.
I need a sweet sacrifice... To make my heart stop blooding. My soul is sick about all of this.
No one else can understand what I feel. Feel is all I know, but I don't what to do, to make the things easier.
I'm burning, cuz mu heart don't beat since a really big time, or I don't know if it have already beated someday.
I need hope.
I need something to make me still walkin'.

 Clarice Lispector

...Que minha solidão me sirva de companhia.
que eu tenha a coragem de me enfrentar.
que eu saiba ficar com o nada
e mesmo assim me sentir
como se estivesse plena de tudo.