A PLACE CALLED HOME
















Born of a rose
Grew up surrounded by sharp thorns
A black heart,a dark soul
Empty eyes, all love lost
Paid the price for knowing myself.
Left to die in a dry desert
My soul yearned for higher grounds
And there in a place called home I found you
Bound to chains
Your tongue cut off
Your eyes blinded
But your ears were healthy
Just so you could hear your cries
My black heart was filled with kindness
And i let you go
You went far
Discovered the world
Found your roots
Met your soulmates
And in a dark sunday morning you came back to me
I put you in chains again
Blinded your eyes
And went back to the desert.
But now,
I dont know why,
I think i miss you.

ENFIM, O INTERNATO



















Finalmente interno! Depois de quatro anos e meio de provas impossíveis e mestres com egos gigantescos, posso estudar o que eu quero, lidar com pacientes ao invés de lidar com professoras mal-comidas e professores comidos até demais, abrir meu livro de pediatria sem ficar com a consciência pesada de não estar estudando para a prova, ler um livro que não seja de medicina, estudar sem obrigação. Se a vida é a procura de propósito, eu sei que estou no caminho certo. Puta que o pariu! Agora que venha o internato, que venha o Medcurso, to pronto pra encarar o inferno da residência! Só queria que a velhinha estivesse viva pra ver eu me formar, mas a vida é assim, bola pra frente. Ah! e como é possível que ninguém diga, eu mesmo digo... parabéns !

A chamaram de pagã, tiraram-na de sua casa e cuspiram em sua face, todos os óleos e as ervas que ela usava para curar, queimados junto com seu casebre,sua vassoura levantada como alguma prova irrefutável. "Bruxa!" , gritavam enquanto a carregavam para ver o juiz, crimes contra a fé eles disseram, esposa de satã,poções mágicas... ela não pôde resistir a rir das acusações, todos aqueles homens ignorantes, que achavam que sabiam algo sobre Deus e o mundo. A Santa Igreja Católica Apostólica Romana iria queimá-la até as cinzas, tudo porque ela era a parteira da vila, aquela que cuidava dos doentes, que dava conselhos para as mulheres. "Que seja!" ela esbravejou, "E que o demônio carregue todos vocês para o inferno!", alguns se calaram e fugiram, temendo alguma maldição,alguns choraram escondidos, pois a conheciam bem. Outros ficaram, e a amarraram à grande tora no meio da fogueira, a espancaram aliviando seus medos, e acenderam a fogueira. Enquanto ela gritava e tinha sua pele, seus cabelos, e seus olhos queimando e torrando, eles se vangloriaram na glória de Deus, haviam feito a vontade divina.

An Elf and a half- ogre entered the tavern, it had been a long day and they needed the rest, catapulted from their plane to a strange place like Sigil wasn't easy to handle,a lot of new and strange things lurked in every corner, but a tavern is a tavern anywhere.They pulled their chairs and sat in a round wooden table while tasting their drinks, Suddenly the Elf, being flightly, and cheerful as he was started the conversation:

- "My brute friend,i would like to know your thoughts on this: life is the pursuit of happiness,cause without happiness nothing else matters, that's the best way to view things, don't you think?"

The half-ogre, being scarred as he was, both from his sinful origin, and the way life treated him, said:

-"Nay, my faerie friend, life is the pursuit of purpose, for without purpose ,there can be no happiness in this world"

A tiefling that was dining alone in his table overheard their conversation and stepped in:

"Sorry, berks, but you got it all wrong,you must be primes, life is a neverending spiral of nothing, leading to the great void, and we all will live our sorry lives just to see we acomplished nothing at the end"

They both looked to the strange half-fiend and then stared at each other. I can swear to you that right after that, a modron, those weird things from the lawful planes, entered their conversation, and was starting to explain life as a binary code, that was too much for me, so i came back to the blood wars, where life and it's meaning didn't matter as much as staying alive.