Introduction

Inside the quiet folds of thought
Where silver signals once were caught,
A gentle river used to stream
Through corridors of light and dream.

A scaffold strong of tau once stood,
Holding highways firm and good,
Guiding whispers cell to cell
In patterns only minds can tell.

From APP’s familiar seam
A fragment split: a fleeting gleam,
Harmless born in daily art,
A byproduct of the beating heart.

But time, with patient, silent hand,
Let fragments linger, softly planned;
They clustered close in twilight’s deep,
Like dust that gathers while we sleep.

The night once washed the brain in tide,
Cleared the remnants set aside;
Yet slower flowed the cleansing stream,
And shadows thickened in the dream.

Highways bent and signals strayed,
Scaffolds loosened, lines decayed;
Not with thunder, not with flame —
But quiet loss without a name.

Still — somewhere warm beneath the fall,
An echo answers to a call;
A hand remembered, though not why,
A feeling none can nullify.

For even when the maps erase
And time dissolves the printed face,
A pulse remains, a subtle art —
The oldest memory: the heart.

I stand first guard at my own gate,
For a hollow cup can’t share its weight.
I tend my fire, I breathe, I see—
If I fall apart, none lean on me.

Next, my father—roots and ground,
The steady pulse, the first safe sound.
I hold him close, repay the hand
That once taught me how to stand.

Then siblings follow, blood and thread,
Shared pasts, the tears we never said.
Not first, not last, but bound by name,
Different paths, the same old flame.

And friends come after, chosen kin,
Who walk beside me, not within.
I give them light I can afford,
Not borrowed strength, not broken cord.

Care moves outward, ring by ring,
Like water when you drop a stone in.
The core held firm, the rest can grow—
That’s how I love, and that’s my flow.

Quando a confiança se perdeu, os acordos se tornaram frágeis,
As palavras soaram ocas, desgastadas por dentro.
Nenhum ouro podia comprar o que antes era livre,
Nenhuma promessa tinha sinceridade.

As balanças se quebraram, as medidas foram distorcidas,
Cada juramento parecia encenado, e cada motivação maliciosa.

Recompensa e ameaça perderam sua força,
Pois a fé havia se esvaído silenciosamente.

Então, deixamos de lado os truques e a astúcia,
E encaramos o preço de coração aberto.

Sem soluções rápidas, sem grandes disfarces,
Apenas ações constantes sob o céu.

Falamos menos alto, mostramos mais verdade,
Fizemos o que sempre dissemos que faríamos.

E dia após dia, com o tempo e o cuidado,
Uma confiança frágil respirou um ar cauteloso.

Contudo, algo permanece para sempre dilacerado,
Uma cicatriz onde algo um dia nasceu.

E assim aprendemos, quando os laços se desfazem,
Que nem tudo está resolvido, mas que algumas coisas podem permanecer eternas.