First, I don't know even why I'm writing this shit in English but I guess it's because using that language reminds me of a dream that sometimes it seems so damn high for my little wings.Actually, everythings seems bigger than me and I know that this monster who does not have a name is always eating me alive and making me small but I just don't know how to stop it. I just don't know...
A chuva caía melancólica, o solo vermelho regado à sangue e morte, testemunha daquela guerra sem vitoriosos. Os corpos se amontoavam em todos os lados e o agouro debochado de um urubu podia ser ouvido. Ele festejava e escarnecia, festejava e escarnecia a estupidez daqueles que se dizem "homens civilizados".
O campo outrora ver e belo agora era uma grande planície carmim, uma tela rubra...
Hey my dear duck leader.You don't know me, you've never see me, we could be just two people living in the same world, but in my heart I feel we're not.I may never be able to see you personally but I really love you, with my heart, and I deeply want to hug you on this time, but I can't. I can only hope that other hands than mine give to you the strenght that you need now. I can only...
