So, Lo came to visit me again. Don't fear me, my dear, don't fear me, she said.
Blossoms and white clouds, they are just ahead, with sparkling light and long gone sorrows.
I will be gone so soon you will forget my presence, my warm and cold hug, she says.
Should I say I don't fear you? But I do.
And I'v felt your cold and warm hugs, all those long nights that you were with me. And all of these little empty canvas that you have fulfilled.
Still I do fear you. But I trust you, and I hope again for the sun to bring life for us.

What is going on with me? What has always going on... Maybe just too bored, maybe just turning in what I hate. You used to help me out, I used to feel calm even with your haste for everything. I wished to feel nothing anymore, but I do feel loneliness. It's already clear that I can't stand by myself... can I?
 These days seem so cold to me now. I have a disease and it won't affect my body, but it does affect my actions. Maybe I wish to have that invisible disease, so I have an excuse for those thinks that I don't do, so I have excuses for not doing my best, for giving up so easily.
 That text is already frightening me, because it's already so filled with "I that" and "I this" and so on. Isn't this sad? Oh my god, here I go again...
 Sounds like I like to be seen like the poor one, the one who needs help. Complains about everything. Does nothing.
 I just wanted to go away again, all of this it is not making sense anymore. No more expectations about life, no more big dreams that can take away my mind and concentration. The most strong motivation for study it's competition. How can those thinks happen?
 I am trying to live and sustain based upon my past success.
 Missing you so much, so distant now, so strange to each other. How can this even happen?

Inerte. Inerte... totalmente inerte... Acho que eu já quero ir embora.