Bráulio: My life, my book. Stories with stories written in brackets, grammatically
complete without them.
Lines that I decided not to follow. A letter to myself, written by me to a person I haven’t
Words that paint the memories and soak the tears I never shed. Watermarked full stop.
João: This is not about the words we couldn’t ever forget. Fragile dreams are threatened
by massive ideas.
Hey livid dream, face down is useless when you want to live. Hey livid dream, survival
is meaningless when you want to find your dreams.
Being utopian shouldn’t be a privilege. My love. My way. My war.
Track Name: Static Flights In Old Dancing Nights
Bráulio: Youth is dead, static carved in the cradle, hands tied, feet drown in cement.
Growing up when you are already old. Save the sparks from the war. Lack of motion,
the need for spirit.
Let it rain to dilute the old pictures. Hands are closed, holding the nothing of nothing.
Too weak. Live the myth.
João: It’s not the time. Static flights in old dancing nights.
Track Name: Fetishized Facts
Iuri: Follow the gods that stand behind profits. Feed the disease you call life. Soak the
blood spread on ruins.
Bráulio: We are the ones under control. We march the roads that stole our souls.
Blood stained flags, black painted streets. Soak the blood spread on ruins. Hide the
facts, create the fantasy.
We’re giving stones to feed the blind.
Ricardo: I’m on your every stain.
Track Name: Meaning
Diogo: Listening to songs that finally made it onto the soundtrack of simple days.
Bráulio: Loving each simple thing and hating the moments without...
Learning through, growing up with. Strings unplayed in a perfect song. The fear of
dancing when the world is turned on.
Take me today.