How far must I swim

Before, while walking, I can feel the grass under my feet?

The freshness of the breeze,

the melody of the wind?

arco-íris de fundo de garrafa

"Catar os cacos,

essas pecinhas tão frágeis e valiosas,

cada uma um selo de incontáveis memórias,

outrora partes do nosso eu tão arcaico,

mas agora uma singela oportunidade 

para montarmos o nosso mais lindo mosaico." 

Thrill of Nothingness - Part II

The answer:-

Only memories

still at the endlessness my mind;

Like a pirate's treasure,

gold, shattered glasses and dust,

together in a locked box,

burried in the depths of the sea.

Nevertheless, that offers the opportunity

of a brand new page,

A clean slate;

The chance to become whoever I chose to be.