"Agreement with that horrible sound in the ears, the timpani drilling me day after day. Boost me immediately. I open my eyes, I am facing a new day. This time, call it, certainly, because every day, this time I wonder: really live? What is today? A day or a day favorable cruel?. We live with this fear, the fear of falling in the same error ... the error Yes, I did die yesterday, it makes me think now, a mistake for the collection that I will recall here one thousand years. (...) Then, open the window, watch the light entering the room. Note the multitude of things that have yet to discover, before the light goes off. Instinctively, I turn to shower, open the cold water hoping to have a real positive for the rest of the day. A positive fact, which does not kill, not sufoque anyone. (...) During those 24 hours, I wonder hundreds of times, if not thousands. Recall. I just want whoever I am just a victim of myself. Kill me if I want. Where I live. Only need what I want. Infinite times during the day, I am on the threshold between the fight and leave. The second hypothesis is the most frequent choice. Since my life (I do not know if this is life) is based on desistência.Sinto me weak. I do not know, maybe you do not know, or maybe even know the reason of my exile psychological. Exile is too simple a word for this context. (...) The weakness has affected these moments rather, this life. (...) Finally the day just by saying: tomorrow will certainly be better, because there is worse. "
"I don't know where my soul is , I don't know where my home is!"