Lord, May The Pain Be

There Is No Safe Standard To Tell Man From Animals.

For Valuing Your Own Suffering Sets On It The Gold Of A Sun Of Pride. Suffering A Lot Can Originate The Illusion Of Being The Chosen Of Pain.

Nobody Appropriates Novelties As Readily As The Portuguese.

I Pass Times, I Pass Silences, Formless Worlds Pass Me By.

Oh Salty Sea, How Much Of Your Salt Is Tears From Portugal?