Fórmula

     Não encontro a forma, nem a fórmula. Recolho-me e encolho-me. É inútil forçar a natureza, esta mola, mole e teimosa.

     Hoje colho todos os ventos, os que, de facto, semeei e aqueles que dizem ter semeado. Permito-me ser flexível. Não pretendo acrescentar ódio e ira a quem vem. Por vezes sabe bem ser de outra têmpera, ainda que destemperada.

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Epica - Sensorium

Composição: Mark Jansen  (http://letras.terra.com.br)

Chance doesn’t exist but the path of life is not totally so predestined
And time and chronology show us how all should be in the ways of existence
To find out why we are here....

Being conscious is a torment!
The more we learn is the less we get.

No one survives the whole. Focus on things so small, but life’s objective is to make it meaningful!
Only Searching for this; that which doesn’t exist.
Although our ability to relativize remains unclear.

Being conscious is a torment!
The more we learn is the less we get.
Every answer contains a new quest; a quest to not existence, a journey with no end.

”I’m not afraid to die! I’m afraid to be alive without being aware of it.”

I’m so afraid to, I couldn’t stand to waste all my energy in things that do not matter anymore.

Our future has already been written by us alone, but we don’t grasp the meaning of our programmed course of life, we only fear what comes and smell death every day.

Our future has already been wasted by us alone and we just let it happen and do not worry at all.

Our future has already been written by us alone, but we don’t grasp the meaning of our programmed course of life, we only fear what comes and smell death every day.

Search for the answers that lie beyond!

Being conscious is a torment!
The more we learn is the less we get.Every answer contains a new quest; a quest to not existence, a journey with no end.