(Do vácuo espesso da ausência)

Seriamos completos, seriamos complementares
Haveria a plenitude, repleta de uma sombra de não-esquecimento

Da incompreensão e falta de comunicação
(quando dois amantes tornam-se mudos)

A irracionalidade alastrou-se e sob sua névoa negra,
a vaidade de ideologias perdurou, deformou-se em abismo
negligenciou afeto, negligenciou abnegação

Revestidos de máscaras e consumados por absurdos
Seremos seres pétreos: secos, indiferentes, estrangeiros condenados a serem nulos

“There is a time in life when you expect the world to be always full of new things. And then comes a day when you realise that is not how it will be at all. You see that life will become a thing made of holes. Absences. Losses. Things that were there and are no longer. And you realise, too, that you have to grow around and between the gaps, (...)"

“You never get over it", she said, "but you get where it doesn't bother you so much"."

"One can't reason away regret-it's a bit like falling in love, falling into regret."

"The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are."

"Ele cria e nada possui
Atua e não guarda coisa alguma
Realizada a obra ele não se apega
E justamente por não se apegar
Ela não se esvai."