Graffiti by Paulo Ito in Rua Padre Chico 50, São Paulo, Brazil. Jo Lorib/Wikimedia Commons. All rights reserved.
“Name at least one way to tame the upsurges of tiresome suns, though the uncontrollable in me is the same – endless flows of answers fleeting fiercely, stuck in this stuck pond of the mind. Cathedrals and skyscrapers in sight, towering high up where I am supposed to belong, still so low, still a crow, croaking the never-ending cycle of life, which I observantly go past and beyond, shedding my blood for marble and gold, till the process is complete, and I am loaded to the database of essence”.
-- “Man of The Future”, in A Lingua do Pulsar
