He lives within my madness,
Wild illness, the outside world
He lives in the shadows of my subconscious,
Reinvigorating every second, my inner strength
One that never existed and now pulsates with such intensity
He lives and draws abstract and actual colors
In all horizons which way I walk
Pulses strong, walks along and guides me in every game,
Every gesture found in the immensity of the cosmos which shelters us,
Every tear, every pain and every joy,
For every loss, every outrage, every revolt,
He is there because it is part of me and exists for that
We're like one being separated by different bodies
United by pain, absence of a fair world
Walking hand in hand in this Universe which never
accept the differences, but nothing matters more to us
Madness is present and is force to continue:
- The steps in our pursuit of knowledge
In view of our simple ignorance ...
(Joyce Martins)
