- O que é isto?
- Notas, notas de Antoine...
You shall love all creatures, as they seek happiness. Yet you should be compassionate of them all, for their pain will touch your heart as well. Equally. So what do you say to me, now that I'm drowning in this big fake ocean of dreams?
As you go down the stairs, a white lighter pops from your pocket. As you tremble on the street, three cigarettes fall from the sky. As you light them up, two bodies blend midst the smoke. And you start running, and you keep running, until night becomes day, and day becomes night, and the seasons become one.
The mother, the druid and the bard come from the forest. "Why are you rotting here, wandering soul?", "May the soothing sound of this flute heal your pain", "May the heat of a woman's heart take away your emptiness". The druid becomes a wolf. The bard becomes a bird. The mother just lies by your side, she has to take care of her children.
It's time now. Wake up, you cannot destroy your life like this, we are your brothers. The forest has tricks and its mother won't take your pain for real.
So why does this have to happen? Something has grown inside me, something rotted inside me, something, something...- O que ele quis dizer com isso? O que faremos com essas folhas?
- Não faço a mínima ideia, jogue na pilha dos papéis que queimaremos.
Pois existe algo que não te contam sobre pessoas que fumam como eu. Estão perdidas, não encontraram seu lugar - são infelizes.
E no meio das cinzas, um trecho insiste em não queimar, da pilha de escombros voa um pedaço de papel - "... keep running ..."
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