By Clarice Lispector

Por te falar eu te assustarei e te perderei? Mas se eu não falar eu me perderei, e por me perder, eu te perderia.

We can't forget the dreams...

...but also the dreams might be an utopy.
Live for no reasons, for suffer with reality, to deal with a future that brings no hope, waiting for nothing, what's the meaning?

You see yourself closed in a cold world, waiting for something to save you...but there's no assurance of nothing.

Live for what? There's no meaning...

Ignorance is a real bliss...