danzk2005
i'm a depressed latino
- Feb 23, 2025
- 51
"I don't know if life is too little or too much for me. I don't know if I feel too much or too little, I don't know If I lack spiritual scruples, a point of support in intelligence, Consanguinity with the mystery of things, shock At contact, blood under blows, shuddering at noises, Or if there is another meaning for this that is more comfortable and happy. Whatever it is, it would have been better not to have been born, Because, as interesting as it is at all times, Life ends up hurting, making you sick, cutting, rubbing, creaking, Making you want to scream, jump, stay on the ground, get out Out of all the houses, all the logic and all the balconies, And go be a wild man towards death among trees and oblivion Amidst falls, and dangers and the absence of tomorrows, And all this should be something else more similar to what I think, With what I think or feel, which I don't even know what it is, oh life. I cross my arms on the table, put my head on my arms, And I need to want to cry, but I don't know how to get the tears..."
Álvaro de Campos -
PASSAGEM DAS HORAS
Álvaro de Campos -
PASSAGEM DAS HORAS
