The most suffocating is the awareness that nothing is happening All the veins are drying without the blood running through them I came to Barão Geraldo because things happen here Here people love as much as dolls hang themselves and chicken are slaughtered to death Would I still hang dolls and burn memories in the next 18 years It astonishes me how less and less I do not care for things that are not my extension Being my own destruction is the only way Intimacy is a farewell All I see is a lot water and all the colors are not enough All forms of comunication are not enough for a lot of water