As Vivências

Reinterpretation by Guilherme Serbu

The reckless race against time, where skyscrapers fall like vertical tombs, paints a survivalist scene where the most adapted rise above the ruins of vanquished resilience. Silence, sharp as a hidden sword, cuts the soul while suppressed cries resonate without ever being heard. There, existence slips between the dusty burdens of the forgotten, while every face becomes a vacant reflection of a struggle fought in solitude.

The weight of dependency imprisons invisible figures, like shadows chained in a circle that devours. There are no bonds, no refuge, but only the arid journey of hunger that turns currency into burdens of unbearable guilt. Compassion, as brief as the wind that blows away ashes, dissipates before touching the concrete reality. The fleeting momentum never transforms into change.

The trembling foundations of democracy sustain a world on the brink of ruin, where inexorable fate devastates with overwhelming force. Misery finds its home in the dirty streets and nameless houses, while violence digs its claws into the desperation of those who know no hope. A mother watches her child wither, like a broken mirror, reflecting the continuation of a shared sadness.

In the labyrinth of social pressure, where commitments suffocate and promises whisper of failure, silence is heavier than iron weapons. Comparison lurks like judgment, relativizing pain until every tear is lost in the vastness of banalized suffering. Judgments resonate for decades, keeping the former youth like an accused under the unbearable weight of a life that never claimed its own truth.

Thus, reality shatters, and questions multiply like mirrors of an enigma without an answer: Is it life that drags itself under the burden of its own absence? Or death, patiently watching, as time erodes away what might have been?