I wander around looking for a single way of life that interests me, I no longer feel myself, I seem to float, I don't even feel the concise state of my matter, I look and don't see, I try to incorporate myself and be myself, but I can't, my soul is far from my body; I know I don't deserve it and I won't fight for it. Will I continue "vegetating" or be carried away by destiny? from nothing to nothing, in reality I don't feel myself; and I don't even know what I am and I get lost in my own emotions.
Editor's Note: The short text signed by Ferreira Lima has magnificent poetic value. Its reading is easy, but its meaning is broad and complex. The first words of this were chosen for the title.
