First things first

If it was a day of sun,
if it was a hopeful dream,
if there was something to hold,
if there was belief enough among us.

If I were brave and stiff,
if I were good enough to bring it on,
if nothing was scaring and cruel,
if there was something besides this world.

If the morning was not the first thing of the day,
if first things first meant no pragmatism and pain,
if the beauty of a word was not the plague of society,
if I were able to see...

The darkness overtook, and what if it wasn't so?
The fear and all those stuffs like failure and curse,
would they be condemned by mistakes of our ancient days?
The shared guilt will never be punished so far, no way.

If the ballerina weren't dancing alone,
if "come and gone" wasn't earthly hiting us,
if I were brave enough,
if the souls were not running thru this rain.

If things weren't changing in vain,
if it was worthy believing in anything,
if the faces weren't smiling behind
the Dorian Gray's portrait.

If there was a road to take,
if the way wasn't covered with stones of fake,
if sincerely I were in some sensitive eyes,
I'd rest my tired shoes and spoiled clothes,
and my tore soul,
if I had it yet,
if I knew it at last,
if there were no ifs, ands and buts,
if first things were really first things first.

Não há mal maior ou menor... Há apenas o próprio ser.

"Whenever any Evil is too fierce, we use to be frightened by its grotesque and obscure shape; it’s hard to know what to expect from it. It’s the chaos. A chaos, that happens always when there’s no how to anticipate the next step, or how to know what’s coming on the following day…
But that dull universe belongs to the Evil only, it is overtaken by its darkness and it must, even against its wish, calculate the right millimeters for where it’s going to walk on, for not to lose the ground, so that it can control the actions, own and another’s. And the Evil hunts for that gloomy control more and more until it’s deeply dragged in it; and the deeper it goes… it goes even more lost. Thus, there’s no how to find any direction, right or wrong, and all that energy spent on that territory turns to nothing and runs out of itself. It burns out like a flame whose glow seemed to be so intense and scary before, burning the hands of all those ones who tried to protect themselves from the Evil…
I don’t want to make me safe at this cost, I don’t want to be hurt by a flame that can’t burn forever or reach me out.
I feel it right here, in my chest, that there’s more in me, in you, in all of us, much more than there are in millions, billions of people who may have joined this Evil, in the believing that it is the flame that will guide their dreams and ambitions. I’m not alone here, I don’t feel any hate or doubt inside, and here and now I claim myself whole by the Love that I’ve watched to grow inside of me for years: Love for whom I am, for the lives of you all; and for the whole Universe that’s beyond everything and that’s wider and much more fair than any paper or any voice might speak up one day, at any time. "
From the book Heart and Rush.