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Da raiz mais envelhecida, a flora mais promissora Dos eventos mais esperados, o fim menos doloroso Do círculo mais diverso, a conexão mais real Do olhar mais desejado, a ferida mais brutal Das trocas mais intensas, as intenções menos reais Das expectativas mais calculadas, o futuro menos determinístico Dos melhores suspiros irreais, a menor das conexões Dos sonhos mais simbólicos, os atos mais niilistas Dos caminhos mais prováveis, a conclusão menos aceitável E ainda sim, a dúvida persiste.

This one is supposed to be read while listening to 12 to 12 from Sombr. Play then start reading.    I find myself surrounded by people. Loud music. 12 to 12 playing. I walk around looking for you, scanning every corner unconsciously waiting for something unlikely to happen. I am slightly drunk, the alcohol electrifies my body and heart. Your image comes to my mind every minute, your eyes gaze at me from inside my wildest dreams. I daydream in the dark while i start dancing. My body moves as if your hands were touching it. Suddenly our eyes meet. I am teleported to reality and every inch of my body starts burning. And as if i was hypnotized i walk towards you, you walk towards me. I feel like all the clocks  in the world just stopped and everyone is frozen and blurry. When you reach me it is final revelation, everything makes sense and the only beat I can hear is the one coming from my heart. We stare at each other for what it feels to be an eternity. Your hands touch my f...