My Past Is Everything I Failed To

Multipliquei-me Para Me Sentir.

My Soul Is A Hidden Orchestra; I Know Not What Instruments, What Fiddlestrings And Harps, Drums And Tamboura I Sound And Clash Inside Myself. All I Hear Is The Symphony.

In Any Spirit That Isn't Deformed There Is The Belief In God. In Any Spirit That Is Not Deformed There Isn't The Belief In A Particular God.

I Always Live In The Present. The Future I Can't Know. The Past I No Longer Have.

Life Is What We Make Of It. Travel Is The Traveler. What We See Isn't What We See But What We Are.