O Mundo É Um Moinho

I find myself in this pure air that blows on the moonless night
In a sad countenance of the leap without flying
The support without embrace
Perhaps the rope is thrown only to be thrown

Forgive me if I sinned, but I was wrong to believe that life is to surrender
But I won't surrender
I want to unload, without fear of hurting
For I am pure in the illusion of loving and overflowing

In this edge I dug myself, but my mistake was to think
That a sentence only divides the passion to hate
Maybe I should make everything fit like a box
Impossible to relive yesterday without remembering

Finding the way and I saw myself without a way back
I still live in people and have nowhere to lay
As if they mattered
Bodies are mirages
How I miss, Mrs. Hellen, the affection, the gaze

I see myself without walking, I stepped where they marked
My calculated mistake and the unbearable pain
Irremediable. Only the glass embraces me like embers
Unfolds without mercy, brings me along with the air

Who will I meet before finding myself?
I don't know if I should find myself a knot in the throat
Next to the rope, ready to jump
And if I died, I won, because I know where I will be

Utopia was to think that the truth was here
Among beasts I see Alice smiling endlessly
I should only thank, reflect, not wait
Foresee one more pure smile before crying

The sun comes without asking how the night was
The world is a mill, and in this spin I twirl
If it weren't for love, even if it's an illusion
Even if the minute hurts, I live in the second

Besides myself, what else do I have? Far from me
I don't despise your drawing, only God didn't put a prize
What I lived so heavy to talk about
But I still felt, no matter how much I suffered

Just being here at the right time made me understand
I learned, allowed myself and saw that the world is a mill
And in this spin I twirl
For what I lived this world is a mill

I see myself marked by calibers not bearable by hand
Introspective is the real access to forgiveness and gratitude
Love is not an illusion
God is the reason, the lantern in the darkness
Heaven is in you, brother, and this world is a mill
For what I lived this world is a mill

And to live to add, and never hurt
Just live to add, and never hurt
Live to add, and never hurt
Give thanks for the praise, for us redemption, love

Welcome to the ark, brother. Matrero
Welcome to the ark, brother peace!
I hope you understand that God is the way and the truth
And that self-sufficiency is just another prison
Where the cell is us, the matter
The Holy Spirit is there, brother, loving you more than your own ego, understand?

Vale do Paraíba, 2013...
Soon, soon, heaven... Eternity by the side of the Father, God willing.